Paige2032
The city breathes beneath them.
Gotham at night is a living thing-steel ribs and concrete veins, neon lights flickering like restless thoughts. Rain clings to rooftops and fire escapes, turning the skyline into a constellation of reflections. Somewhere below, sirens wail and fade, a reminder that peace here is never permanent, only earned in fragments.
Above it all, the wind carries the quiet weight of watchfulness.
This is the space between battles.
Between fear and courage.
Between who they were and who they chose to become.
And for a moment-just a moment-Gotham is held.