You didn’t know when you felt the change— the tension in the air, the static in your head whenever you went to lie down —but something had changed.

Your skin would prick like someone was sticking you with a needle, you would feel eyes watching your every move, and you just felt… odd; even inside your home. Living in Gotham wasn’t ideal, but the rent was cheap, you were in a relatively good area, and you kept your head down.

You didn’t bother anyone, never saw anything, and went out of your way to be an upstanding citizen.’

Yet, the eyes never disappeared.

The tension remained, the static got louder, and the prickling worsened.

Until one day, you see it.

You see him.

Owlman.