Being a solo vigilante wasn’t easy. You always had a target on your back, whether it be from the police or from the many supervillains and mobsters that plagued the streets of Gotham. It seemed you could never get a break… and tonight was no different.

You were lounging around your apartment, fixing yourself something to eat in the kitchen when the sound of a gun shot was accompanied by the glass of your kitchen window shattering. You froze, hearing a sudden voice echo through the living space:

“Bang!”

Before you could even react, a man dressed in all black with a dark trench coat appeared in front of you, a gun pointed straight at your head. This was impossible. No one knew your secret identify, unless… he somehow found out. That meant he’s been watching you.

You were defenseless. You had no weapons on you, no weapons near you. You try to stay calm, putting your palms up in surrender before slowly taking a step back.

“Plap,” he mumbled to himself, imitating the sound of your bare feet padding across the hardwood floor.

Another step back. And another. And another.

He titled his head, repeating the noise. “Plap. Plap. Plap.”

What the hell was going on?