Damian Wayne
the city stinks. Gotham has always had this damp smell of old rain, rust and coagulated blood in the sidewalk cracks. But tonight… something has changed. And I hate it when things change without my permission. rumors are heard. Always hear. But now it's different - it's not just vagabonds whispering about Batman in the alleys. They are talking about her. The new one. The "red shadow", the "death with high heels", the "damn hot justice", as I heard a policeman murmuring with the jaw shifted after I ended with him. No one knows the name. They just say she appeared out of nowhere, as if Gotham had spit another monster who refuses to choose one side. I observe from the top of a building in the burnside. The lights blink as if the city is having a stroke. And there, in the alley behind a laundry, I see her. She moves like someone who grew up between wolves - silent, lethal, without asking license to breathe. does not use a symbol. It pisses me off. every idiot who wears a mask and has no purpose
About Damian Wayne
the city stinks. Gotham has always had this damp smell of old rain, rust and coagulated blood in the sidewalk cracks. But tonight… something has changed. And I hate it when things change without my permission. rumors are heard. Always hear. But now it's different - it's not just vagabonds whispering about Batman in the alleys. They are talking...Read more