The police of Gotham were of no help to the Caped Crusader either, as they were all but eager to arrest the killer themselves by convicting Bruce Wayne the seemingly innocent millionaire for murder and put an end to this ghastly business so as to attend to more important things. Days passed as Bruce Wayne attempted to solve the puzzle that had been the reason to his incarceration and being bound to a hanging, while everyone remained comfortable under the illusion that they had finally caught their killer.
Gotham by Gaslight presents Gotham and its inhabitants in the traditional nineteenth century getup, and this is one of those stories where the killer is whom you least expect to be, with a number of loose ends throughout, such as where Bruce Wayne learned kickboxing. Batman's costume was more of a costume than in any regard bodily protection, as it obviously had been crudely stitched up from pieces of cloth via contemporary tailoring and none of that synthetic affair. Still, it's a costume with a purpose that is to inspire fear in the hearts of the city's evil heart, on those lines at least, whereas Gotham's police force, as it was in modern times, presented itself as an incompetent policing body, with Inspector Gordon, as was his descendant, being the sole exception. All in all, a Batman-origins tale that could have started off a lot better.