Batman: Darker Than Black

Gotham was no longer the city it once was. With Batman gone, the streets had descended into madness. The Joker, ever the harbinger of chaos, had struck the final blow, ending the life of the Dark Knight with a cruel finality. Without his protector, the city had crumbled. Crime flourished unchecked, as every corner of Gotham became a battleground for its most ruthless. The citizens, once held in a fragile balance by the shadow of Batman, now lived in constant fear. The chaos that had bloomed after his death was relentless, poisoning every inch of Gotham's dark streets.

Yet, as with all storms, chaos is but a fleeting force-destructive, yes, but temporary. And from the heart of that destruction, a shadow began to stir. A shadow not of a mere man, nor of a successor bearing the mantle of a fallen hero, but something far darker.

Gotham's night, which had once been Batman's to command, grew heavier with a new presence. The air itself seemed to darken as an unnatural silence descended. It was no longer a shadow of hope. No longer the silhouette of justice. It was something else. The shadow of vengeance.

From the grave, Batman had returned.

He did not rise as he once had, driven by a sense of duty or the desire to protect. No, this time he rose with a new hunger-a hunger for retribution that seethed in every fiber of his being. Gotham would feel his wrath once more, but this time, it would be darker than ever before. He wasn't simply back to continue his mission; he was back to finish it-his way. And in his wake, a new darkness followed.