>>5944568>Art: Anton Furst>Alt-Text: Sketch of a worn-down gothic cathedral.BRUCE: Bruce Wayne will be making an appearance. Batman was built for the shadows. I’m bringing these people into the light.
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The old church is rundown, but when warmed by the masses of your people, it's a functional capital for The Narrows.
With only fifteen bodies in it, it's almost as cold as the snowscape outside. On one side of the table, you Abbot, and A’daire.
On the other, the heads of Gotham’s 12 other covens, including crime lord Black Mask.
BLACK MASK: Well, well, well. Silver Spoon decided to go slummin’.
ABBOT: Watch your mouth, Sionis
BLACK MASK: It’s Black Mask! I killed my false face a long time ago. Can your “Son of Kane” say the same?
He leans across the table to mean mug you, but a metallic arm pulls him back.
SHARD: Ignore him, Abbot. He is a thing of bluster and vanity. Not fit to join a coven, let alone run one.
BLACK MASK: You wanna start shaking things up too, Shard? I know a big fish that would love to use that arm as a toothpick.
A’DAIRE: Enough! We are the keepers of The Black Faith—disciples of Cain. We will not bicker as children.
BLACK MASK: Oh, so we’re all faithful now? Is that why you took over a whole Island without Manaheim’s sayso?
Bruno Manaheim. Heir to a smalltime Metropolis crime family.
He recently became involved with “Intergang,” a federation of organized crime centered on superscience.
You’ve been so focused on Riddler you haven't paid much attention to them, though it's no shock Black Mask is involved.
