The spires of Gothic buildings pierced the low-hanging clouds, while scattered neon lights cast hazy blotches across the rain-slick asphalt.
The wailing sirens, gunshots, and roaring brawls in alleyways that usually rose and fell without end had all been swallowed by silence.
After the Amazo Virus swept through, Gotham had ironically been granted a peace that could never have existed in this city.
Two figures swept across the rooftops, breaking that oppressive stillness.
Perhaps due to the influence of some cosmic will, Jason, who had once been Patient Zero, still retained the traits of Red Hood in his altered appearance.
A crimson bony helmet extended from within his body and enveloped his entire head. His black tactical suit was still damp with the night dew, and his boots touched the tiles as lightly as a cat's paws.
The other figure was the complete opposite. Dressed in a snow-white combat suit, his hood was pulled low, and even his exposed jaw was covered by a mask. A gleaming aura wrapped around him, utterly out of place amid Gotham's darkness.
"I never thought Gotham could have a night this quiet."
White Hood's voice came through his hood, carrying a trace of barely noticeable laziness. Yet he maintained neither too close nor too far a distance from Red Hood, his gaze sweeping over the deserted streets below.
"I heard that virus sent everyone to the hospital?"
Red Hood shot White Hood a sidelong glance but said nothing.
At first, he had not known where this man, so utterly out of place in Gotham, had come from. Even Batman could not find his hideout, yet this man had easily tracked down his concealed residence.
The two of them had fought in an apartment that had stood empty for so long it was thick with