OkitaRina

The streets of Gotham were soaked from rainfall the night before, and the dim gray color of the sky suggested a new shower was on the way. The streets seemed abandoned, only a few ghosts haunting the street corners; already they held umbrellas in hand, anticipating the precipitation looming above. Barbara sat in the passenger seat of her father's car, an unassuming white sedan. Her eyes, glazed over with boredom watched the people pass by. Up ahead, a traffic light glared at them with a yellow warning light. A gentle press of the brake brought the car to a halt alongside the street corner, giving Barbara a view of a curious-looking man leani