Mar 20, 2011 13:32
Gotham.
As ever, a city of darkness, clouds, rain, and gargoyles.
The door today has opened into a small apartment space, crowded with computer equipment and tangles of wire, some half-built explosive devices, an entire arsenal neatly stacked against the wall. A narrow bunk in one corner, and a half-eaten sandwich on one of the desks.
"Home sweet home," Jason says, with a mocking half-smile. "Let's go."