In the night, the penthouse hideaway glows like a beacon against the darkened skyline. A fortress in the sky, untouched by the chaos below, yet still tethered to it. The glass reflects the city’s restless pulse—neon signs flickering, headlights slicing through the fog, shadows stretching in alleyways where deals are made and secrets are buried.
Gotham’s power is undeniable. It seeps into your veins, whispers in your ear, reminds you that no one truly escapes its grip.