Batman: Begins

He spun. Nothing. But the moisture on his neck wasn’t water. It was warm . He looked up.

“Then by all means, exsanguinate on the Ottoman.” Alfred’s hands were gentle, but his voice carried the weight of thirty years of watching boys become ghosts. “The detective from Internal Affairs called. A Sergeant Gordon. He wanted to thank you for the location on the drug shipment.” Batman Begins

He woke three weeks later in a cargo hold, a crude bat-shaped blade buried in his shoulder—a parting gift. The League would not forgive. But Gotham was waiting, her bones picked clean by Falcone’s crows and the rot of broken banks. He spun