Dark clouds churned without end, and an air of impending storm blanketed all of Gotham City. The city lay in complete darkness, utterly unlike what Batwoman usually saw.
Even late at night, this place had once been brightly lit. Sin occurred day and night alike, people driven by desire to commit all manner of madness before being swallowed directly by the darkness, becoming nourishment for even more darkness.
But today was different.
On a purely sensory level, it was deathly still. The entire city seemed to have died.
There were no cars on the streets, no pedestrians, nothing at all. Everything was so quiet.
Chimneys no longer belched thick smoke into the clouds, and no gunshots rang out on the streets. Whether they had already committed crimes or had not yet gotten the chance, it was as though they had all left this place.
Batwoman stood atop the gargoyle on the uppermost floor of Wayne Tower. The night wind sent her cape billowing high, and her throat shifted slightly as she communicated with Alfred.
"Master Bruce, we have too little intelligence to determine how many of your old friends escaped from Arkham."
Alfred was currently in the Batcave, operating Brother Eye and eliminating the names on the list one by one.
Arkham had received several rounds of investment from Wayne Enterprises. There were too many criminals, so it had to be expanded and upgraded constantly. But because of that, all procedures and records were managed by computers, and those sophisticated machines had all been ruined in the flood.
After Batwoman returned to Gotham, she immediately compiled a list from memory and handed it to Alfred to compare against anyone she might find in the city.
Yes, she had prepared for this long ago. By remotely controlling the Bat-plane, she could