Christmas was never easy for Bruce. His parents had been murdered near Christmas when he was only 9, so every year the snow and month of December brought back painful memories.
Family: Can’t live with ’em, can’t live without ’em.
It all started, I suppose, over the summer.
Nightshade knew he should stop her BEFORE she stole something, but he couldn’t bring himself to.
When I got home, I looked at my Monet print over my mantle and smiled. On the mantle was a nightshade bloom.
I feel like I found a pot of gold!
I was, as usual, sitting alone at my desk, absorbed in my books.
I am now certain I know who Nightshade is, but if I’m wrong I’ll be the laughingstock of Gotham…
This Nightshade hooligan MUST be dealt with! I will not stand for this! He is messing with my livelihood, my best customer!
The name’s Penelope Halwind (it’s not my birth name). I was raised in a trailer park. That should give you some good stereotypical images; all of them true, in my case anyway.
