Bruce stood silently by the window with his hands in his pockets, looking down at the captivating nightscape. He was tall, his shirt stretched tight over his powerful muscles. Like an unshakable lighthouse, he walked through darkness while casting light for others.
This city was called Gotham City, the city where he had been born and raised. As the Dark Knight, he had protected it, allowing more people to sleep peacefully at night. But soon, he would remove his own mask and face the citizens as Bruce Wayne.
Joker had won this round. But that did not mean Bruce would admit defeat. Batman would continue hunting them down. Whether it was Joker or Donnie, who seemed as steady as a mountain while secretly stirring up storms, they would both pay for what they had done.
Only Harvey could save Gotham City. Harvey was the only legitimate beacon of light, and only he could set Gotham City back on the right track through the proper means.
Soft footsteps sounded behind Bruce. They were truly light, as though their owner feared disturbing him.
"Harvey told me Batman will take off his mask at the press conference."
The woman who spoke had a face like a lotus and brows like long willow leaves. Her deep, ethereal eyes were captivating, while her snow-white skin carried a faint, sickly pallor that only made her more alluring. Her black hair was arranged in an elegant high bun, jewels in her hair gleaming harshly beneath the red candlelight. Her crimson lips moved slightly, making her seem like a fairy fallen into the mortal world.
Rachel stared at him with her beautiful eyes, unblinking. "Do you think compromising will stop Joker from killing people?"
"Maybe not. But there is already enough blood on my hands, and I've realized