And out of the ashes, a hero emerged,
A soul bound by shadows, with justice surged.
And out of the darkness, a flame was lit,
A beacon for hope where despair once would sit.

Gotham, a city of whispers and screams,
Where cobbled streets cradle forgotten dreams.
Its skyline jagged, like a broken crown,
Bathed in the smog of its endless frown.

The rain falls heavy, like tears from the skies,
Washing the sins that the alleys disguise.
Steel and stone wear the scars of the fight,
A city alive in the cold, bitter night.

The heartbeat of Gotham is measured in fear,
A symphony played where shadows appear.
But amid the chaos, a resolve takes its stand,
A guardian cloaked with justice in hand.

For in Gotham's gloom, where villains reside,
The light of a hero will not be denied.
A flame ever-burning, a symbol to guide,
In the heart of the darkness, hope will abide.