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Taste of Power

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Gotham City was a dangerous place.

"Please! HELP! SOMEBODY!"

I made it abundantly clear to avoid turning my gaze and attention towards the sounds of the screams. It was a Sunday Morning, and, amidst the other civilians and pedestrians who were walking to or from their varied destinations, I was not the fool who was going to play hero. When full grown men and women merely increased the briskness of their gaits, taking their time to agonizingly ensure that they did not look in the direction of the alleyway. Sure the feminine screams were annoying and somewhat grating, but, of course, I knew it would only be a matter of time.

Yup. Cue the idealistic hero charging down the alleyway in hopes of stopping what he probably assumed was a poor woman being raped.

"You – GURK –"

The world's supply of altruistic people was once more chipped off. This city isn't the right place of those views.

A woman in a trench coat emerged from the alleyway, suspiciously smiling, before putting her hands in her pockets and walking away. I shook my head at the sight, letting out another sigh before I continued moving along. I had a convenience store to shoplift from.

My small, childlike form walking around the streets without any form of adult supervision had clearly drawn some surprised looks and stares, but ultimately, no one in this city was bothered or invested enough to approach me and ask why. I supposed it was one of the few reasons that I truly enjoyed this place. Other than the constant nature of the cloudy skies which meant that Gotham never, ever got sunlight, and the stone gargoyles which hung on the tallest of buildings, looming down upon the mortals beneath as supposed protectors of evil, I would say that Gotham's ambient the mentality 'you-live-or-die-on-your-own' attitude resonated with me. When a city was so steeped in corruption, crime and violence, that the citizens and average folk had evolved to learn that it was never best to look too closely at things, and it was always best to mind your own business. Then it was a city that could be saved.

A lesson which, if not learned, would mean ending up lying in the ditches in some empty alley, bleeding out, and wondering how your desire to help had led to your untimely demise.

A major reason as to why Gotham seemed to be so horrendously bad, was of course, the lovely Batman. I had no idea how old he was supposed to be as of now, but I had begun hearing of him, being spoken to by the angry and wrathful customers of my mother's workplace who ranted as to how their "Bat problem" was causing them to lose on their "legitimate" investments.

However, as it stood, Batman primarily operated in Gotham City at night. It was his M.O. which struck fear and panic into the hearts of villains and criminals alike, because they would never know when the dark shadow above them would morph into a dark bat ready to render 'justice.'

It was for this reason, that many criminals, both petty and grand, had moved their operations towards the day.

I knew for a fact that Batman or Bruce still had to work as Bruce Wayne, and contrary to how the movies and books or shows portrayed it, there was no way the C.E.O. of an important company like Wayne Enterprises would just 'delegate' all his duties and responsibilities to someone else, without either losing faith from his board and employees, or utterly sending the entire company crashing.

Hence, Batman could not truly be as active in the day as he was at night.

And the ratio of daylight crimes skyrocketed once people realized that Batman only went hunting once the sun came down.