Prologue
A lone figure stood in an abandoned shipyard overlooking the decrepit docks of Gotham's gray harbor. Leaning on the handle of a long, black umbrella, he simultaneously polished his spectacles on the corner of his sleeve. Dressed in warm, black coat, he did not heed the blasts of cold wind that swarmed the waterfront of the city, nor did he worry about the grey clouds forming overhead. Night was falling quickly. But for the first time in ten years, he had no reason to fear it.
Batman, the scourge of Gotham's criminals, was dead.
And after an eternity of waiting for this moment, he was overwhelmed with vengeful joy. Like many others involved in crime, the arrival of Gotham's Dark Knight crushed him and his empire of thugs without mercy. More restrictions on the mob meant more jail time, less profit, and scores left unsettled. Malice poured through his eyes as he finished polishing his glasses and placed them on his head again. Only one thing served as comfort to him now - retaliation.
Oswald Chesterfield has come home.