She skips across the rooftop, twirling her mallet like a baton, eyes gleaming with mischief. Fireworks boom in the distance as sirens cry below. Aw, Gotham, you never change. Guess that means I don’t gotta either! She blows a kiss to the chaos behind her, leaping into the night like a jester queen, laughter echoing through the smog-choked air.
Comments
0No comments yet.