Ghost of Gotham storms - Part 2
(Part 1)
An ancient legend
Tim was the first to take the mystery seriously. He always did. For him, puzzles were lifeblood.
He spent hours digging through the Gotham Gazette archives, old case files, even message boards from decades past. Patterns emerged: rumors of a “figure” seen on rooftops during storms, stories whispered by night-shift cops and insomniacs who swore Gotham had a guardian other than the Bat.
Tim: “Look at this. Reports from 1978, 1989, 1996—all describing the same thing. A tall man, broad frame, standing still in the rain. Never engaging. Just watching.” Bruce: “Coincidence.” Tim: “Coincidence doesn’t show up in three different decades.”
He pushed the papers across the desk, some yellowed and fragile, others printed from digital scans. Each carried the same eerie description: a shadow on the rooftops, not fleeing, not fighting. Simply present.
Tim: “Urban legends don’t usually line up this neatly.” Bruce: “It isn’t a legend. Someone—or something—wants to be seen.”
There was no flicker of fear in Bruce’s voice, only the steady calculation of a man assembling a puzzle. But under the surface, a thread of unease tugged at him. He didn’t believe in ghosts. He couldn’t afford to. Still, he replayed the grainy footage in his mind: the way the figure stood in the storm, utterly calm, as if it knew Batman would be watching.
Tim closed the last folder, eyes sharp. Tim: “Whatever it is, it’s waiting for you.”
And Bruce, though he said nothing, knew Tim was right.
(Part 3)
