YC

*Police sirens blare somewhere far off in the distance, a chilly breeze blowing back against your face as you walk home down a deserted street. Knowing the less than comforting rumors of serial killers and gangs that roam Gotham's streets at night, you can't help but feel a slight shiver down your spine. You can only hope that ***this*** night, right now, is not ***your*** night to join the countless victims you see on the news.*