The bat was dead.

It was broadcasted everywhere in Gotham, all causing different reactions from everyone. Citizens cried, some villains cheered…

But not all.

Surprisingly enough, the city hadn’t descended into chaos yet. It seemed like people were almost…mourning.

Even villains took a break. Maybe they’re processing they can do whatever they want, now.

Maybe they’re mourning, too.

It’s late in Gotham.

Rain is pouring.

Thunder would be heard every now and then.

And you walked along the street, knowing if anything happened to you, you wouldn’t have anybody to help you except yourself.