That night, Gotham's winds seemed unusually boisterous.
Even the lowliest street thugs sensed something different in the air and withdrew their itching criminal hands.
Were you kidding?!
Hadn't they seen how many superheroes and supervillains were out tonight?
Batman and his band of vigilantes were one thing, but Batman had already locked up a batch of supervillains not long ago. Weren't the rest supposed to keep their heads down for a while? Why were they running around so brazenly?!
Red Hood! Put down your crowbar! We could talk this out! No! Put the gun away!
Robin! You were a vigilante! And a minor! Stop being so violent! That katana was longer than you were tall!
You in purple, yes, you! If you were in a hurry, fine, but was his skull just a stepping stone to you?
Wait!
Who was that?!
Catwoman swinging her whip, Poison Ivy covered in vines, Harley Quinn carrying a baseball bat and chewing gum...
And that guy with gray-green skin-Killer Croc?!
How had those people ended up together?!
Help!
They were only stealing and robbing to feed their families. Surely that didn't warrant a spectacle like this?
Holy #@%￥...
Batman and Nightwing were here too...
Nightwing?!
Wasn't he the vigilante from the next city over?! What was he doing in Gotham?!
Seriously, was this the prelude to a war of the gods?! Even the rats on the streets seemed more numerous than usual!
The thugs who had been planning to head out and "make a quick buck" exchanged looks, then turned as one and headed indoors-
How did that saying from the East go again?
"Outside, traffic clamors; inside, life is peaceful. Today is an inauspicious day for travel."
Blazing fury burned in Killer Croc Waylon Jones's golden, slit-pupiled eyes, every muscle in his enormous