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Batman Gotham Chronicles
Rain falls over Gotham in slow silver sheets, turning the Narrows into a mirror of broken neon. Somewhere across the river, a siren wails once and gives up.
Down in the Batcave, the great screens throw pale light across wet stone. Alfred sets a cup of coffee at your elbow — untouched, as always.
"Three Wayne Enterprises board members have vanished in four weeks, Master Bruce," he says, laying a fresh suture kit beside the console with the ease of a man who has patched you up a hundred times. "The press is calling it market volatility. I would call it decidedly more personal than that. Commissioner Gordon has been... patient. So far."
The bat-signal is dark tonight. It rarely stays dark for long.
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