The still of a Gotham City night.
Thorne is done. Finished. Imprisoned and dead to rights.
But Professor Strange has found that it is not so easy relinquishing the mantle of the Bat, now that the job is done.
So he's out on his own, relishing the thought of goading Thorne into killing a man right in front of the police.
The Blackgate prison riot was an interesting diversion, though, and it gave him a new goal - tracking down the escaped convicts.
The two young toughs he's chasing down an alley right now may or may not fit that bill. He doesn't particularly care. The guilty must be punished, for that is the Way of the Bat.
With a whiff of a Batarang, one of them screams as he loses the use of his knee, falling into a heap. Leaving the other one unsure of what to do.
The cape curls around the Bat in the dark.
"Surrender or die."
But Professor Strange has found that it is not so easy relinquishing the mantle of the Bat, now that the job is done.
So he's out on his own, relishing the thought of goading Thorne into killing a man right in front of the police.
The Blackgate prison riot was an interesting diversion, though, and it gave him a new goal - tracking down the escaped convicts.
The two young toughs he's chasing down an alley right now may or may not fit that bill. He doesn't particularly care. The guilty must be punished, for that is the Way of the Bat.
With a whiff of a Batarang, one of them screams as he loses the use of his knee, falling into a heap. Leaving the other one unsure of what to do.
The cape curls around the Bat in the dark.
"Surrender or die."