A/N: Nope. Still don't own Young Justice…
Darkness.
The city of Gotham lurks, grey and decaying, crouched on the edge of Gotham Harbor like a malignant spirit, waiting to seize and devour whatever hapless wanderer passes its way. Its gaunt, emaciated skyline pokes twisted spires at the indifferent heavens like skeletal vertebrae. This is the home of nightmares, of shadowy figures that scrape and scuffle. Titans clash in the distance, each struggling for victory as the thunder from their combat rumbles over the city. No matter who wins this battle, the war continues, night after night, each side hoping to wear down their opponent through constant conflict.
Then stirs the sun.
The returning sun brings with it hope; hope for the day and beyond. The city itself is transformed. With the sighting of the barest strip of pink on the horizon, the skulking gargoyles are revealed to be the city's stone guardian angels. As the strip widens to a band of pink and yellow, the rats cower and withdraw, sent scurrying back to their holes by something they can't even comprehend. By the time the sun itself can be seen glimmering over the waves, residents have emerged from their homes and reclaimed their city from the night.
The nights of Gotham may belong to the never-ending war between criminal and victim, innocent and guilty, hero and villain, but Gotham's days… Those belong to Gotham's other, less lauded heroes—the people. Those who endure day after day, wishinghopingworkingpraying that their children will never know this Gotham. That tomorrow will yield a brighter future than yesterday.
This is Gotham and this… is the dawn.
"Yesterday's failure is redeemed at the sunrise." – Todd Stocker