Chapter 4
Gotham was drenched in opaque darkness.
Bruce couldn't help but wonder if that's what drew the masterminds, created them; molded them into the dark, superficial entities that plagued the night. Perhaps sinister geniuses were drawn by the lack of daylight, or the abandoned buildings where they could hide.
Andrea must have been thinking the same thing.
"Perfect hiding place, a warehouse," she said, shattering the stillness as it whirred past them, skittering along the rooftops.
"This city has many crevices, places the police never even think to look." He explained," Where the criminals breed and multiply. Like this."
They stopped short of the edge of an unguarded building, and Bruce seized her elbow defensively. Before them loomed the warehouse, graffitied and tailored with drowning paint, smiling red acrylic spray, and littered with broken windows and strewn debris. A ringing laugh resounded from the front of the structure, and a dash of red flipped headlong down the side pavement, followed by a darker figure. The Joker, and his new villainess, Harley Quinn.
Bruce turned to face Andrea, an unreadable expression set by his taut jaw line.
"That's why I'm here."