The Watcher On The Heights

by Lara Wilson

Tim would always remember the first time he stood high above Gotham. Perched next to one of the decorative gargoyles, grip tight on the stone, he looked down and saw the lights of cars like flashing blurs, so tiny in the distance. Fear warred with pleasure in him, made his heart race, but put a smile on his face as well. He belonged here on high, looking down on the city he'd sworn to protect.

Years later the fear and pleasure are gone, replaced by grim duty, but the city still needs protecting, and he stands high above it, watching.


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