The rain in Gotham didn’t just fall; it judged. On the night that would become the first stitch in a shroud over the city, District Attorney Harvey Dent stood on the balcony of his office, watching the skyline. "One year, Harvey," a voice rasped from the shadows.
As the months bled into one another, the body count grew with the calendar. Thanksgiving brought a feast of lead for the Falcone crew. Christmas delivered a holiday greeting wrapped in a funeral shroud. The press called the killer , and the mystery began to fracture the very alliance meant to save Gotham. Batman: The Long Halloween, Part One (2021) (An...
Batman didn't answer. He couldn't. Because in Gotham, the longest nights aren't the ones spent in the dark—they’re the ones where you realize the people you trust are just one bad day away from becoming the monsters you hunt. The rain in Gotham didn’t just fall; it judged
It was Halloween. The city was used to costumed freaks, but this felt different. This wasn't the Joker’s chaotic punchline or Penguin’s greed. This was methodical. As the months bled into one another, the