Brave and the Bold: On the House
A sleepy suburb in Gotham
The house was old, very old. Anyone could tell you that just by looking at it. Paint was flaking off of the front door, the windows were nearly opaque from a thick build-up of dust and the yard was overgrown and filled with years of accumulated detritus.
None of the neighbours were able to say who had previously lived in the house, in fact most of them had a nagging feeling that it hadn’t been there yesterday. But it must have been mustn’t it? After all a house can’t just appear out of thin air...
The house was old, very old. Anyone could tell you that just by looking at it. Paint was flaking off of the front door, the windows were nearly opaque from a thick build-up of dust and the yard was overgrown and filled with years of accumulated detritus.
None of the neighbours were able to say who had previously lived in the house, in fact most of them had a nagging feeling that it hadn’t been there yesterday. But it must have been mustn’t it? After all a house can’t just appear out of thin air...