Obscenities

Gotham, the city of fear and hope. Each of it's inhabitants screaming to be saved going from their prison, longing for a hero to rescue them from the oceanic walls which held them captive. The divide that separates the wealthy from the poor is prominent, the poor being held down in the water as the wealthy use their tired shoulders to peek their heads up for a breath of fresh air every once and awhile. The poor get pushed down deeper and deeper into the prison, entangling themselves into the webs of organized crime and terror which rain through the ocean, some struggle to escape the webs while others accept their fate, slowly disappearing into the webs. This was something that was normal to the lower class, accepting that someday that they will or someone they love will experience that same devastating fate. The feeling of losing someone was constant. Despite Gotham's Hero which finally emerged, allowing the lower class to come up for a breath of air, Justice was still not served to those who need it the most. A hand is reaching out in the darkness of the ocean, slowly crawling through the thick webs to the surface of the water. She will bring the Justice that they deserve, the justice SHE deserves.