Gotham. Heavy clouds still blanketed the sky, and the rain fell without end, just like this complicated city. Donnie looked up at the sky. The irritating rain was still drizzling down. He carried no umbrella and used no powers to shield himself from the rain, walking through it like an ordinary person, his clothes soaked through. Night fell, and this city's dark side emerged. Sirens wailed, crowds churned in confusion, covert exchanges took place, and... there was the scent of crime. "Only the smell of blood is missing.