AN: Standard Disclaimers apply, I do not own anything relating to... Well anything. I do this because it's fun, and I can. :)
The light had been switched on, a mob boss laid across the heat of the lamp. His silhouette formed the shape of a bat on the ever present cloud cover of Gotham. The officers around the young lieutenant stared in horror at one of the most feared men this side of the narrows pretty much stuttering for his mother. Jim Gordon however only had eyes on the symbol of the bat that hung like a beacon; a ray of both hope and fear above the once proud city. The city was protected and loved by no one but her own. Whoever this 'bat' was, he was clearly proud to be a Gothamite.