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Gotham has fallen silent. The night is no longer broken by the sounds of crime. Children are no longer waken by the sudden crack of a gunshot. There are no more cries in the darkness. No tires screech as wailing sirens chase desperate men and women through narrow streets. In a way it is a Gotham I've always dreamed of. But this is no dream. This is a perversion. This is a nightmare. It is the silence of fear. A silence only broken by the sound of marching feet. A sound that echoes around the world. Marching feet. The rhyme of dictators. Our world is ruled by iron fist of the man of steel.