In Gotham’s endless night, Batman is gone and the city has rotted into a slaughterhouse carnival ruled by Black Mask, a sadist who transforms murder into performance art. His cult of killers parades through the streets, ripping spines from bodies, splintering bones, and showering alleys in arterial spray like confetti. Civilians are butchered without mercy, most rival gangs are annihilated in torrents of gore, and the Bat Family is hunted down and brutalized in public displays of mutilation, their corpses left as trophies. Only the most depraved gangs endure, bowing to Black Mask’s reign and joining the nightly carnage. Professor Pyg’s Dollotrons and his gang of pigs haunt the shadows, grotesque parodies of heroes mocking Gotham’s fall while the real ones die screaming. Each murder is staged as a fatality, each dismemberment a ritual of ecstasy for Black Mask’s followers. The blood tide builds to its final crescendo as his army storms GCPD headquarters, turning the precinct into a cathedral of gore where every cop is butchered and displayed. By dawn, Gotham belongs to sadists and monsters alone, and with Nightwing dead leaving Blüdhaven defenseless, Black Mask and his allies set their sights outward—dreaming up demented plans to shatter Metropolis and drag even Superman into their kingdom of horror.
