Gotham Central Heavy Rail District, Gotham City: 10:19PM
Darkness has barely fallen over the Gotham skyline. A lone, still figure is perched on a sign scaffold; the only movement being the trailing fabric of his blindfold, his hair ruffling in the warm breeze. His body language is tense; all business.
He's joined shortly by another, younger man. The acknowledgement is silent, but understood. Somewhere in the distance, a freight train bellows its approach.
"Whaddya know," he murmurs softly. "They're actually on time tonight..."
He's joined shortly by another, younger man. The acknowledgement is silent, but understood. Somewhere in the distance, a freight train bellows its approach.
"Whaddya know," he murmurs softly. "They're actually on time tonight..."