1635. Norwegian mercenary Captain Jon Logerquist founded Gotham. Similar to the founding of New York, actually, except by the Dutch. In both cases, Britain had taken it over. Back when, part of the American Revolutionary War? Gotham was a battle site, just like New York. A city with rich history and the stories of many dead men left untold.
And chaos arrived, with plans of setting the city to shambles by one single action.
And one structure was set to be the first falling domino of many. One for now that was a monument to the city, one that was important and moreover a hustling and bustling place that was a center to commerce.
But it wasn’t a building that was going to disappear.
It was the structure of the very recent politician who had decided send parts of the city into shambles and leaving plenty to suffer. One half prospered, the other half suffered--a common trait among any big place with a big reputation. As common as this was, Gotham and its populace, as well as its traffic that it gathers with its local celebrity villains? Perhaps the best place to broadcast.
After all, setting off the monument of the man so self centered to demand a large sculpture of himself for the so called prosperous economy where the rich only got richer and the poor merely wallowed and in some cases, died? Tomorrow was the man’s very own birthday, and what better way to celebrate with fireworks?
All the cameras were long dismantled and tinkered with to give the illusion on the monitors that they were still watching live pictures. The nearby police who hung out at a 24/7 local coffee shop while on the job had their drinks served to them on the house. Tomorrow the same store would find the rest of their customers passing out from a tampered with shipment of coffee beans that came in with the delivery truck the night before, laced with heavy sedative. They wouldn’t be able to even drink half of the contents of their order before passing out.
Tonight, on this very night of nights, the mysterious man would be able to operate under complete and total invisibility. The task of hooking up the explosive fireworks is almost complete, hiding them effectively on parts of the statue where it would go undetected by tomorrow’s day traffic, until night time came and the politicians party would commence around eleven. Hopefully the man would enjoy his birthday present.
Only needing to merely install a few more components, the anonymous figure of the night stares up, looking at the rather large statue which is almost near fifty to sixty feet tall.
All alone, there’s a wistful sigh.
“It has been quite some time, has it not, Valerie?”
