Bruce didn't turn. He knew the cadence of Harvey Dent's voice, even as it was beginning to fracture. Behind them, the fundraiser was a minefield. One wrong handshake with Carmine Falcone could ruin the Wayne name forever; one quote given to Vicki Vale could spark a headline that might burn the city down.
The rain in Gotham didn’t just fall; it stained. In the monochrome world of the , the city was a graveyard of charcoal greys and obsidian blacks, punctuated only by the occasional, violent splash of color—the amber glow of a streetlamp or the crimson smear of a fresh crime scene. Batman.The.Telltale.Series.Shadows.Edition-CODE...
"You look like a man weighing the world, Bruce," a voice rasped from the darkness. Bruce didn't turn