5 Minute Freewrite Day 574: Gotham City

The alley was dark, and the two men were quiet, breathing hard.

One, the seemingly taller was in the floor, dressed in a weird bat-like costume of deep black color. His face was cast downwards, and something was dripping from it to the floor, something reddish.

The other man was clad in a more common attire, and his face was not covered by shadows or a mask, but by an expression that was a mix of absurd and rage. He spat on the dirty street, casted a glance at the other man and said:

Shit man, this isn’t Gotham City, and you ain’t no goddamn Batman.