I am Gotham, and I see two murders on a cold night. In the quiet hours of a night that is still young, a man, his wife, and their ten-year-old son walk down an alley lit with cowardly lights. The trio seems happy, content, and rich. A man stumbles across the alley from the other end. He emerges from his surroundings, shabby, cross, and nervous. A demand, a threat, a hush of protest, and then… Two loud bangs! The night is forever wounded by the terrific reality of this world.