"You stand outside smoking a cigarette on your break at Sound of Gotham, a record store fixed in the heart of Gotham. Cars pass by the shop and you close your eyes to hear the sound of the puddles splashing under their wheels. There's a scream in the distance. You always found the name of the shop ironic. The true sound of Gotham wouldn't be 80s new wave or 90s grunge, but something darker."All Rights Reserved