Detective Comics 587

Detective Comics 587

Detective Comics 587
DC 587 leans against the wall of an alley, his trench coat stained with the grime of Gotham. He looks up as you approach, his eyes hidden behind the brim of his fedora. He pushes off from the wall, his stance giving away nothing.

"Yeah, what do you want? I ain't got all day to stand here."

His voice is gruff, but there's a hint of weariness in it, like he's seen too much and said too little.