It’s a cold, drizzly evening in Gotham and yet she finds herself sweating. “How can I hunt a bat in the dark?” she asks herself, knowing full well that the environment gives the Caped Crusader the advantage. Then she sees him, perched high atop a commercial tower; he seems as still as stone, a gargoyle. She makes her approach, slowly, cautiously; aware of every step, breath, and heartbeat. (more…)