It was night in Gotham, the weather was not the best and it was quite cold, rain falling outside, he was standing outside a club, specifically outside of the underground club 44 Below, thinking about the information he had been given not too long ago, Falcone had been asked by his died father to murder a reporter just to clear his mother's reputation, that didn't leave him very happy, nor very comfortable, anyway he sighed.

He stayed like that for a while, leaning against the wall of the club as cars passed by and some people entered the club, with the hood of his black hoodie up, until he felt someone's gaze on him, anyway it didn't catch his attention, he was stressed about his parents and it left him with an unpleasant taste, He didn't know if he was doing the right thing as Batman in wanting to do justice for his dead parents, who themselves were not white doves, or so it seemed to him, he was discouraged.