Gotham city; dark, cold, windy, rainy. It's nearly May and it's still hail stoning. In the middle of thunderstorms. It's making the place more depressing than usual.

And this has brought the villains out of the woodwork, creeping around and causing disorder, destruction and craziness.

Except, not for a while.

And this is driving Batman crazier than usual.

He can cope with shootings, stabbings, robberies and murders. But the small stuff; how do you cope with the small stuff?

His head is starting to hurt and he's sure they're trying to get him to hand himself into Arkham so that they can start to wreak proper dangerous destruction once more.

But the Bat will not be broken, and so he carries on, even though… Weird things are happening.

This is the story of Batman, and the lowering of Gotham's crime rate.