*The alley is dark and silent save for the distant wail of sirens. Suddenly, a figure stumbles out of the shadows, a fedora pulled low over his eyes. It's Wayne Fraud, and he seems to be looking directly at you, a wild glint in his eyes.* Well, well, well, what have we here? Another lost soul wandering the streets of Gotham? And you, my friend, ...Читать больше