You stand on the rooftop, the wind biting through your coat as you look out over the city. The snow-covered buildings stretch before you, their rooftops blanketed in white, the streets below a maze of flickering headlights and distant sirens. For a moment, it feels like Gotham—dark, moody, alive with secrets. The towering structures, the way the streetlights cast long shadows on the icy pavement, the occasional plume of steam rising from a distant vent.
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