[b]The madness begins[/b]
In gotham's central park, a tent city stood. It was a popular spot for the homeless to congregate. The GCPD nominally did not approve of its existence, but always had to divert resources to more pressing matters to really do anything about it. Tonight, quite a few of the destitute, listless men and women had gathered together. A few of them had heard a speech from the underground figure that had inspired the city's beggars and homeless recently, and they were eager to spread his message. One of them had brought a battery-powered Radio, to play a taped transcript of the speech. With a sputter, the outdated device sprang to life, and the voice of anarky could be heard by everyone.
“People of Gotham, We all know this city is sick and corrupted inside. Too long have we allowed the elite to brainwash us into complacent acceptance of the injustice we see every day.”

[b]Negotiations[/b]
“You might think I am just another person expressing outrage at the madmen and robbers that roam the streets of this city, but I will say already that those people are not the cause of what I am rallying against. They are but a symptom of the indifferent government that allows such degenerates to roam the streets. Therefore, do not write them off as a lost cause. Instead, see them as possible allies of circumstance .Tools of the revolution!Their reasons may not be as pure as ours, but their methods may very well coincide with our own.”

[b]Recruitment[/b]
Anarky's words awakened something in the people listening to it. Event through the worn speakers of an outdated radio, the spirited charisma behind his words could be clearly heard. Those that had brought the radio in the first place already stood ready to see if anyone else felt compelled to take action. A can of white spray-paint in hand to mark anyone who so desired as an active supporter. For now, it were only four or five people. But that was to be expected. Tonight was only the first night of the revolution, and it would be absurd to expect everyone to hear its call.

[b]Criminal Activity[/b]
Of course, the people spreading the word in the park were not the only ones that pledged themselves in alignment with Anarky's message. His speech had also included a call to more substantial action.

“Now, to show the puppeteers that squeeze us out every day that we have had enough, arm yourself and take what should be rightfully of the people. Banks, supermarkets and other such tentacles of the corporate monsters. Break them open and do some wealth redistribution.”

As said, as done. It would have seemed like little more than a spree of ill-organized robberies in the early night at first. Were it not for the fact the robbers left the same mark everywhere. A white Circle A. Often sprayed on some large commercial billboard or such.

“And let us also show the elite of this city that we will not be fooled at their attempts at posing as just and moral people. We all know the charity ball is just an excuse for the fat and wealthy to party together more than anything. So let us crash the party!”

Outside of Wayne tower, people had started congregating. Their individual reasons for being there were many. Some had beef with an attending gothamite. Others had a problem with Wayne Enterprises. There were probably also some kids that were there mostly because it seemed exciting to go and crash a large public event. Tensions were high, and the security was nervous. The entire crowd was a riot waiting to happen.