Big Two Tuesdays

The darkness outside the window takes on a plethora of shapes. The only limit is the imagination. The imagination of the man inside the room is currently preoccupied with the events of just a few short hours ago. He sits in a large cushioned chair, in a completely dark room, staring into that dancing abyss. But not truly paying attention to what he sees. He relives the night. Chasing another dose of the adrenaline he felt during the act. The shadows take new shapes. The train. The Platform. A long leather & fur coat. He didn't know the name on her purse but it looked expensive. He can still smell her hair as he spaces out. He can see her falling, her blood, in the gloom on the other side of the window. The gloom of Gotham. Dark and rainy and gray. The sense of dread he felt the whole way home inches away and climbs into the walls of his apartment. Again, he dives back into reverie.
But then.
Lightning stikes.

Batman created by Bill Finger and Bob Kane.