The Genie's Story

The outline of the bat on the moon gradually became obscured by thin mist. The damp ground always sent great amounts of moisture back into the sky, and a halo appeared around the moon, making everything seem less real.

And now, everyone was standing in a city where seeing was deceiving, and hearing was deceiving too.

In Gotham, what mattered had never been a clear distinction between black and white, but what you held fast to in your heart.

People still wandering the streets in the middle of the night were often driven by what they held fast to inside. It might be desire, or it might be darkness, but the key was whether your conviction was stronger than everyone else's.

If it was, then you were right. If not, there would be a corpse in the sewers or trash heaps with your name on it.

Batwoman wanted to change that, to prove that even if one's beliefs suffered setbacks in this city, one still had the right to live. Even after the belief in living a happy life was battered by countless harsh realities, ordinary people could still survive in Gotham.

In fact, it had achieved some results. Gotham's citizens might be a little crazy, but they really could still survive, just not in such clear-cut black and white.

But that action had also won Batwoman a loyal fan: Joker. He believed human nature was one big joke, so he was happy whenever he was in Gotham.

Su Ming bent down, patted Damian on the head, and mussed up his hair.

"Angry?"

Damian took a step back and twisted his neck free from the demonic hand. He did not know why Deathstroke was always going after his head, and the feeling was... somewhat familiar? The other man seemed to