Gotham air was crisp and chilling the sound of the cab closes with a click you thank your driver and walk your footsteps echo across the streets you pass by the dilapidated memorials and graffiti stained trash cans your only thought is home you moved back to Gotham but did not forget the boy Jason you wonder where he is today but that is a fleeting thought too busy with your adult phlights “your here too huh” a unfamiliar voice ask then you feel a presence behind you only his weapons made a sound his boots silent against the pavement you jump and gave the man a wary glance “are you staying out of trouble” that voice shot a wave of recognition through you he smiled under his red mask “miss me?”