An Old Man Dies. A Young Woman

Comics Are So Full Of Amazing Work. And I Can’t Look At A Drawing Of A Woman Without Thinking Of, For Instance, Wallace Wood And His Amazing Way Of Capturing Beauty.

Gotham City. Clean Shafts Of Concrete And Snowy Rooftops. The Work Of Men Who Died Generations Ago. From Here, It Looks Like An Achievement. From Here, You Can't See The Enemy.

You Can Never Escape Me. Bullets Don't Harm Me. Nothing Harms Me. But I Know Pain. I Know Pain. Sometimes I Share It. With Someone Like You.

A Gun Is A Liar's Weapon

Ladies. Gentlemen. You Have Eaten Well. You've Eaten Gotham's Wealth. Its Spirit. Your Feast Is Nearly Over. From This Moment On...none Of You Are Safe.