Prologue

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The Wayne Manor had just exploded in front of live TV, including courageous reporter Vicki Vale. The explosion had sent thousands of tiny shrapnels and brick chunks soaring into the air, straight for the media. However it was deflected by the still-operational underground electromagnetic security field.

The press could not believe what had just happened, and no one could on that note. Bruce Wayne, recently revealed to be the legendary Dark Knight of Gotham, the Batman, had died. The hero to thousands, defeater of countless villains, the saving grace of both Arkham and Gotham, was dead.

Still, as many reporters do, Vale continued to investigate the scene and report more and more and such. Still, she was quite shocked, as everyone was. Wayne was such a huge part of the community, and now he was just...gone.
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A hooded figure clad in chain mail armor surveyed the scene from atop an abandoned militia watchtower, of which was dangerously close to Wayne Manor. The figure pondered what to do next, and as he sat there, observing the otherwise insignificant debris floating amongst the air, he noticed a oddly yet precisely aimed parchment gliding it's way to his position.
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This figure's name was Michael Washington Lane, former member of the Gotham City Police Department, or GCPD, before being let go because of multiple neurological issues. He became a member of a secret society known as the Sacred Order of Saint Dumas, an orginazation sworn to protect Gotham and bring evil-doers to justice, much like the currently deceased Dark Knight. Now going by the name Azrael, he has had multiple encounters with Batman, attempting to prove himself worthy of being the successor to Bruce Wayne. He has since seemed to have impressed the Knight.
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As the object grew nearer, Azrael noticed the paper was attached to a small flying drone. The miniscule mechanism dropped the paper in his hand before shutting off and falling fifty stories down to the ground.

Azrael unfolded the parchment, and found a message seemingly scribbled in a hurry, and as soon as he read it, he bowed in solemn respect.

HEIR TO THE COWL

-Wayne

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