Marco Ramirez - I Am Not Batman

BOY:

It’s the middle of the night.  And the sky is glowing like mad radioactive red.  And if you squint, you could maybe see the moon through a thick layer of cigarette smoke and airplane exhaust that covers the entire city like mosquito net that won’t let the angels in.

And if you look up high enough you could see me-standing on the edge of a eighty seven story building. 

And up there-a place for gargoyles and broken clock towers that have stayed still and dead for maybe like a hundred years...