In the comforting, dank darkness of the Batcave, Batman brooded. Sitting before the bank of computer monitors, his hands clenched tightly in front of him as his eyes swept from screen to screen, absorbing the data - news broadcast, crime reports, video feeds from cameras he had smuggled into criminal dens years ago. The analysis was troubling - a 240% rise in violent assault, 380% increase in robbery, a 820% increase in arson attacks throughout the city. All within the last two weeks.
He winced as he sat up straighter in his Batchair, clutching his side. It had been two weeks since his fight with Killer Croc. He'd made the mistake of fighting the criminal on his own terms in the sewers deep beneath Gotham and it had nearly gotten him killed. He'd taken a brutal beating, only just escaping with his life and multiple broken ribs. The bruising had subsided but his body was still tender.
Unfortunately for Gotham, his bloody cowl had washed up in a sewer overflow the next day and the criminal fraternity had taken it as proof that Batman was dead. Armed with this belief, they had begun an unprecedented crime wave in celebration. They were doing overtime. The kingpins were even importing criminal labor from outside the city in order to expand their territory now that the Dark Knight was no more. Gotham was rapidly becoming a battleground between rival families undoing his lifetime of work in a matter of days. Penguin was hitting bank after bank. Poison Ivy was seducing an army to fight by her side. The mayor had undoubtedly been replaced by Clayface. A meeting of the major crime families was to take place tonight, to decide how to consolidate their hold over the city once and for all.
It was no use sitting here. Batman would have to make an appearance tonight, if he had any chance of ever stopping this madness. Yet as he climbed from his chair, pain cut through him and he clutched his ribs, barely able to breathe. He couldn't face squeezing himself into his suit, let alone fighting. One lucky punch to the gut and he'd be out for the count.
Limping across the Batcave, he approached the Batsuit...
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