From this height they all looked like ants.
Working, rushing, running, always doing something, incessantly.
For what?
From this height Gotham was an ant hill.
Grand, decaying and growing.
Rome wasn't built in a day, how could Gotham have been?
From this height their lives were pointless.
Scurrying, frantic, pathetic attempts to continue their illusion.
What was the point?
Remember, we will die.
From this height they knew nothing.
Unaware, selfish, greedy.
Ignorance is bliss.
Yet, from this height--
There was strength in numbers.