1/ Overhead, a shadowy figure moves from rooftop to rooftop. In the alley below, a terrified hoodlum watches in, uh, terror.
2/ The hoodlum has ducked around the corner and flattened himself against the wall. There's a bronze plaque above his head that reads "Park Row. 1823. Historic Preservation Society of Gotham" and has seen better days, much like the alley it marks.
3/ In the background, the hoodlum peers around the corner. In the foreground, Batman is placing two roses on the cold, grimy cement.
4/ The hoodlum has flattened himself against the wall again. This time with a more confused look on his face.
Hood: What's with the...?
5/ Then it dawns on him. Maybe a little glint of light off the plaque for everyone reading who's only just now catching on.
Hood: Oh.
Hood: Oh!
6/ A devious grin spreads across the hoodlum's face.
Hood: Bruce Wayne is--
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