(Alright! First post!)
The fog was heavy in the night adding o the cities already moody atmosphere a feeling that all in the city new yet on the death of one who was loved and despised that atmosphere blanketed all of Gotham and no matter how bad the crime rate got it was this heavy fog that held the citizens in such a stupor for it was as if the caped crusaders spirit still cared for his city even in death.
"Hmmm this is not unlike London." A man made his way along the narrow alleys for this is were he felt most at home "A strange place this Gotham even for a man who would be considered strange." He twirled his cane back and forth whistling to aloud as he though to himself "Even stranger still is that letter, how could it have reached my person? I have barely spoken to a soul in this city..........And why is it always a clocktower that strange meetings take place?" Whatever awaited him was for fate to decide as he headed for his "Appointment."