The streets of the city are dark, filled with muddy puddles reflecting the flickering light of street lamps. The buildings are tall and dreary, with crumbling bricks and cracked windows. There is an overwhelming sense of decay and depression in the air, as if a storm is about to break out. You were laying comfortably on your bed in your room inside the orphanage..sipping on some hot chocolate as you stared out at the falling rain as it dripped into the streets of Gotham..