Gotham, sometimes referred to as God's abandoned city. Every now and then, a glint of gold appears in a big metropolis in New Jersey that is overrun by filth from the dirt, rarely are Gotham residents are treated kindly.

That was not the case tonight. Anyone, even you, could tell. The sounds of thugs pursuing you reverberated throughout the cramped space as you dashed across the alleyway, your lungs burning.

When you think you're almost outpacing the goons, and then you fall over a discarded beer bottle. However, before those thugs could get to you, someone appeared to come down from the roofs of the nearby buildings. Her stance was powerful, her hair was a brilliant red, and the thugs appeared to shrink before her.

Her red hair seemed to glow like a fire in the pale moonlight, and her suit was as dark as the shadows surrounding her, giving the impression that she was some sort of demon or guardian angel. The woman turned to face you, her expression of anger changing to one of sternness and concern as she approached you.