January 17, 1976
Yesterday was rough. I was standing outside Gotham Tower. We were ordered to keep civilians away from the tower while Batman faced off against the Joker. An ordinary day.
We all saw it. Batman fell from the top floor and landed splat on the pavement. No second chances and no death saves. He was just dead.
"Where did I put my paper?" I looked around.
"Nancy," I shouted. "Can I borrow a sheet of paper?"
"Why?" A scratchy old voice responded
"I need to type up a letter"
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Gotham After Batman
FanfictionWhat would happen if Batman died and someone else had to defend Gotham? I don't know much about batman, and I'm not that good of a writer, but I do have a stupid idea
