Gotham City. Pitch-black skyscrapers stood throughout the city, nearly level with the clouds. White mist rose amid dark clouds, and the bright moon hid within the mist, like a beautiful woman draped in a veil of white gauze. Splendor and sin coexisted here. This was Gotham City. Inside a high-rise at the heart of the city, Bruce stood in a perfectly tailored suit, smiling. The innate elegance and aristocratic air he possessed were enough to make both men and women turn their heads. It was not merely his personal charm.