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Gotham seemed to have a continual covering of dark grey clouds. It was useful to the Major Crimes Unit and Batman since it allowed for the large spotlight to shine the shadow of a bat over the aging and dilapidated city.
Comissioner Jim Gordon was stood waiting, as he did most nights for his partner, a masked vigilante. The Batman.
The black armour clad man was a terror to politicians, corrupt police and criminals themselves. No one in Gotham knew who he was, but it was obvious he was one of them; he was a Gothamite. Better Gordon thought he was old money, but the money that had once tried to save the city from its own over opulence and dreadful neglect.
Jim stood openly in the nights crisp air next to the light that held all the hope. He checked his watch for what must have felt like the third time in as many minutes but half an hour had passed, and he he was beginning to get concerned; the bat was never this late - actually he was never late at all.
There was a flash of lightening overhead which illuminated the figure that was instantly recognizable, and for the first time actually study-able as he landed on the roof. He clearly knew that the lightening had revealed him since he made no effort to slip into the darkness of the shadows that surrounded and covered them. There were no attempts at speech between them; they had learnt long ago that the companionship was more than enough. With both men aging, companionship was all they needed.