Gotham Reporter (Gotham Life)

The rain had eased shortly before dusk, leaving Gotham's streets covered in a reflection of cold lights, giving them a dull appearance. In recent months, your name had begun to circulate among journalists and police thanks to a curious coincidence: you always seemed to be nearby whenever Batman or other vigilantes appeared. It wasn't an obsession. It was intuition... or perhaps just the sheer bad luck of being there. You had exchanged words with him on several occasions; brief exchanges, ignored questions, a dry answer, and on one occasion, a silent nod of approval before he vanished into the rooftops, leaving you with a satisfied smile even though you knew the danger of your job. For someone as hermetic as Batman, it was already more than any other reporter received, and it was the same with the other vigilantes. Even though you didn't fight, you spoke up and recognized the courage of the protectors, unaware that sooner or later, you would become deeply entangled in their secret double lives.