Gotham.
The air was thick with a familiar, pungent stench.
If you wanted to die early from all sorts of respiratory diseases, then Gotham City was undoubtedly the best place to kill yourself.
Atop an abandoned high-rise in Gotham.
The woman stared despairingly at the monster in her swaddling clothes. She despaired over having given birth to a monster, yet maternal love made it impossible for her to let go of those feelings.
She stared down at the ground below and slowly closed her eyes.
So, caught between fear and love, she chose to die together with the monster in her arms.
Her bare feet shuffled across the stone steps, scraping against them.
"Perhaps I can help you."
A cold, restrained voice came from the only narrow entrance leading to this floor.
A light breeze swept through the robes with a rustle. It seemed that, without even turning around, anyone familiar with Gotham would know who had arrived.
Batman watched the woman's slender back.
As Gotham's local kingpin, backed by the supercomputer Brother Eye, which controlled most of Gotham's cameras and had illegally downloaded the police's population registry files, Batman immediately had Alfred pull up the woman's identity through his communications device.
He took a step forward. "Mena Lott. Your husband died suddenly a week ago while working overtime tightening screws at Kobert Factory. I understand how you feel."
Batman stared intently at the woman's legs. He believed she had broken down under the blows dealt by reality.
So he had to stabilize her emotions.
"Everything will pass, won't it?"
Batman swept his cape aside. "I'll get back the blood money that that black-hearted factory owes your husband."
"Everything will get better."
For the first time, the cold-blooded tough guy Batman showed a gentle side. His voice softened. "Give me