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"Then, maybe we should leave?" He'd slowly rise from his seat and ever so casually, extending a hand out to the pleasant nun, watching her every move. A gaze of piercing blue, intricately studying and internally plotting, adjusting himself, to one of her holy oath.

Feeling benevolent, his hand outstretched and offered a lighter, to the visibly irritated individual.

Following a whole week or two playing a little sabotage, with the crime families of Gotham, he's found himself seeking new thrills. Yes, the very real dangers of a full scale mob war, doesn't really impress or excite him, as it once did.

A brawl unfolds, escalating into a more violent and bloody fight, spanning across Gotham, from morning to night. Hour, after hour, until he's the last man standing, both figuratively and literally, as one might expect.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝑪𝒊𝒕𝒚'𝒔 ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝒄 𝒓 𝒊 𝒎 𝒊 𝒏 𝒂 𝒍.