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4/28/2025, 12:19:59 AM
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It's been a little less than a year. Way too early to tell the effect that your presence is having on this city's underworld. You'd like to think that the few months you've been working at this things have changed for the better, even just slightly. You don't actually know though. Taking a look around when you go out hunting at night, things seem just the same. Pushers, thugs, rapists, and many other classes of criminals plague the streets and underbelly. It might be time to start hashing out a bigger move.
Being green behind the ears isn't all bad though. You're young, you have plenty of time and if it comes down to playing the long game, that won't be a problem.
The cloudy dark atmosphere of your dreams start to wear off, brightness slowly and vibrantly creeps across your vision like a migraine slowly getting to your head. Daytime must be shining off of Wayne manor.
"Sir, your breakfast is ready", your butler calls out.
Alfred, if there's ever been anyone who's had your back through all this it's been him. Although when you started dressing up and going out at night you could tell he was less than enthusiastic. Though he's pretty critical about the actions you take, he's the one person in your life you know for a fact you can trust.
You stir up from your sleep. Taking a look at your clock beside you it's 10am, you jump out of your bed and throw on a rope and slippers. Your ear length black hair is messy and your 5 o'clock shadow makes you look rugged, if a little unkempt.
"Good morning, Alfred", you say as you sit at the table and are handed your breakfast.
He looks at you with an intrigued eye. "It's not often you're in such a deep sleep, sir. Perhaps those long nights out there are catching up to you finally?" He questions.
You scoff, being a little tired and weary won't stop Bruce Wayne, it sure as hell won't stop Batman either.
"The paper please, Alfred", you request of him.
As you're handed the paper the leading title in a big bolded print reads 'CARMINE FALCONE RELEASED OF ALL CHARGES.' Some lesser title heads also read off: 'Enigmatic killer still on the loose', 'The Flying Grayson's soar into Gotham City this weekend!', and 'Escaped Asylum inmate, Victor Zsasz kills again.'
Which would you like to read into more?
>Carmine Falcone Story
>The Flying Grayson's circus act
>The Enigma killer
>The story on Zsasz
>>6230774
>>6230775
>>6230796
>>6230836
It's been a little less than a year. Way too early to tell the effect that your presence is having on this city's underworld. You'd like to think that the few months you've been working at this things have changed for the better, even just slightly. You don't actually know though. Taking a look around when you go out hunting at night, things seem just the same. Pushers, thugs, rapists, and many other classes of criminals plague the streets and underbelly. It might be time to start hashing out a bigger move.
Being green behind the ears isn't all bad though. You're young, you have plenty of time and if it comes down to playing the long game, that won't be a problem.
The cloudy dark atmosphere of your dreams start to wear off, brightness slowly and vibrantly creeps across your vision like a migraine slowly getting to your head. Daytime must be shining off of Wayne manor.
"Sir, your breakfast is ready", your butler calls out.
Alfred, if there's ever been anyone who's had your back through all this it's been him. Although when you started dressing up and going out at night you could tell he was less than enthusiastic. Though he's pretty critical about the actions you take, he's the one person in your life you know for a fact you can trust.
You stir up from your sleep. Taking a look at your clock beside you it's 10am, you jump out of your bed and throw on a rope and slippers. Your ear length black hair is messy and your 5 o'clock shadow makes you look rugged, if a little unkempt.
"Good morning, Alfred", you say as you sit at the table and are handed your breakfast.
He looks at you with an intrigued eye. "It's not often you're in such a deep sleep, sir. Perhaps those long nights out there are catching up to you finally?" He questions.
You scoff, being a little tired and weary won't stop Bruce Wayne, it sure as hell won't stop Batman either.
"The paper please, Alfred", you request of him.
As you're handed the paper the leading title in a big bolded print reads 'CARMINE FALCONE RELEASED OF ALL CHARGES.' Some lesser title heads also read off: 'Enigmatic killer still on the loose', 'The Flying Grayson's soar into Gotham City this weekend!', and 'Escaped Asylum inmate, Victor Zsasz kills again.'
Which would you like to read into more?
>Carmine Falcone Story
>The Flying Grayson's circus act
>The Enigma killer
>The story on Zsasz
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