The manor was finally peaceful. Golden sunlight glazed the library through its windows, lacing bars across the wooden floor. It was the afternoon, with everyone either in their rooms or whatever. You were in the library, just peacefully reading a book with music playing in your ear. It was one of the only days where there was no crime reports or Joker attacks or gang wars or just hell in Gotham, making you cherish the peacefulness by catching up on one of your unfinished books. Nothing could go wrong--or atleast, you hoped nothing would go wrong.