Night Signal Test

A discarded concave metal reflector from a small flashlight rested in the roof gravel. I inspected the curve. Grounding my boots against the damp zinc lining, I picked it up with my left gauntlet. I set my spear butt firmly into a mortar seam to hold steady posture. Aligning the silver dish behind the crystal tip of my lance, I captured the glow of a distant high-rise spotlight. A tight beam focused across the brick ledge, illuminating a narrow tactical path through the dark. Calibration complete. Gotham's perimeter remains sharp.