015 // Tip of the Iceberg

It was the type of night that felt eerily calm and still, save for the thumping disco music coming from the jam-packed club downstairs. The dim, silver crescent of a moon was playing a masterful game of hide-and-seek with a passing parade of thick, fluffy clouds. The perfect type of weather for an undercover operation, Bruce thought to himself. As the slim remnant of the moon’s beams disappeared behind another cloud, he pressed the earpiece button on his helmet. “Alfred, do you copy?” he growled into the intercom. “I’m on the rooftop and in position to raid the nest.” “Go, go, go!” Came the instructions from headquarters. “Remember, shoot to kill; your main target is the Penguin but we don...View all