The City of Gotham. Eleven minutes past midnight on the coldest night in November.
This is where good meets evil. It’s a thriving metropolis by day, carrying successful investors, lawyers and business men to the very peak of their careers and holding them there like they are atop a pedestal. Shoppers and day-tourists from neighboring cities visit and stroll the magnificent streets, throwing their money at the highest designer bidder. The harbor is bustling with shipments coming in to stock the numerous warehouses along shore side with goods, small shops set up selling the freshest seafood this side of the Atlantic.
But by night, that’s when you do not want to be caught roaming the streets. At night is when all the characters come out; when the streets are dark and the air is frigid. When the screams and gunshots start. When hitmen go on the prowl and when innocents loose their way. If you mind your own business, there’s a world of happiness for you here in the City of Gotham, but if you’re in it to cause trouble, trouble is what you will find.
Here in the City of Gotham, hopes and dreams can flourish; if you need to get rid of someone there’s always an ex-KGB operative willing to take the job. Caught with your pants down? Judges love to take bribes. Need a fix? There’s always a Candyman on the corner. And why can you hear the cries from the insane asylum all the way from West 31st Street? Where are the heroes? Are they hiding? Have they fled? Where are the miracles? This is the City of Gotham, the drug to your disease, the bullet to your pistol. You need it, as much as it needs you.