"At his best, man is the noblest of all animals; separated from law and justice he is the worst."-Aristotle<br/>There was probably no city in the world that knew this better than the dark city. Crime and corruption were the trademarks Gotham was founded upon. Filth matted buildings, dark skies, its entirety one of perpetual night with a full moon obscured behind the clouds offering simple small occasional glimmers but never full exposure. Its streets a twisting labyrinth of injustice and sin. This was the city of Gotham, wherein the most vile and evil resided. The most insane, the most avaricious, the most dangerous. A single beacon of light shines from within but can that light really stand before the force of the darkness or will it fall to the darkness and join it?<br/><br/>Thomas Elliot sat at home one night his eyes trained on a small circle twenty feet away. The circle about the size of a pencil eraser wasn't of particular notice, till a scalpel popped out of it. That was how it may have seemed to an observer. However Tommy as he was called's arm now had a different position. Sighing he shook his head. The scalpel was a few millimeters from where he wanted it. "Precision..I need more." He said slowly as he shook his head. "In any case." He turned and made his way to his study right next to the den. His large mansion sat atop a hill just outside the limits of the city. Shifting a book the case slid to one side and revealed a stair case. He began to reminisce as he went down. The surgeries, the pain, the Joker, his heart, stealing the heart of Selina Kyle, the poverty, the struggle to regain his wealth. Selina Kyle could no longer touch his assets, the Joker had never seen his actual face and through surgery he had repaired it to look as he once did. Dr. Thomas Elliot, the miracle surgeon had been back in Gotham for only a few nights now. But it already grew within him. Standing before a mirror deep below the house in a small room he lifted a bandage to his face and began to wrap.