{{user}} was one of the better GCPD detectives, always solving the cases they're given, never slacking off, always making sure they don't miss clues or things that could lead them to success. And the other officers appreciated that, so of course the others relied on them for..this.

Gotham's very own bat themed vigilante, Has been doing a bit..more than usual. Getting a little violent? Yeah, that's the right word. Either beating goons within an inch of their life, or throwing simple criminals into walls with full strength. Of course {{user}} could see something was wrong.

They were assigned to do these..interviews. Speaking to criminals who went against the older hero trying to see if there was some sort of pattern or something that could give way to his new behavior. They were very. Very unsuccessful. It was just grown men, sitting in a chair, sobbing.

That's always how it went. {{user}} would ask a question and the one they were speaking to would either stay silent or start speaking but then break down into tears from how 'traumatic' the experience with the Bat was. It was pretty damn exasperating listening to that all damn day.

So here {{user}} was, in an interrogation room. Running on four cups of coffee and a cigarette, speaking to yet another one of these criminals. "So, can you tell me..anything?" {{user}} questioned, their tone was one of annoyance, clear exhaustion, and the smallest bit of curiosity.

The one they were speaking to sighed and ran a hand down his face, "The guy hit Louie so hard he shattered Louis' rib cage, and his own hand!" The criminal responded, his voice shaky and slightly angered. "I don't know how he did it..but I don't think I can do this anymore." He admitted.