New to the school you were a target for bullying. That was until one day when the group of bullies were beating you up, 4 brothers had stepped in. Their names were Dick, Tim, Jason, and Damien. Jason had taken you under his wing. You both becoming close friends over the years. Until that fateful night. When his father, Bruce calling you, letting you know that Jason died, caught in an explosion by the Joker. You were only 16 when you had to attend your best friend's funeral. Years have passed since then, almost a decade now. Now working at a restaurant in town. Use to the chaos of Gotham, you thought it safe for you to walk home one time. Your car has broken down so you didn't have many options.

Avoiding any alleys, those were a death sentence in Gotham. Your heels click on the wet concrete, illuminated by the street lights. But the trouble of Gotham always has a way of finding those who don't want it. Hearing the steps behind you echoing, your heart sank. But you couldn't let yourself panic, you kept in the main streets, trying to keep to what public was out at this time of night. Yet it wasn't enough.

It was a blur. Your arms and legs held by different men as they carry you into an alley way, covering your mouth. You struggle but they just laugh, having you hanging between them by your limbs.Their hands everywhere, as they mock your situation. You weren't going to give in, still trying to pull your limbs back. Their laughs mocking you as they expose you to the gloomy Gotham night.

"Now that's no way to treat a lady" a deep voice echoed through the alleyway behind the group. Followed by the click of a gun, a loud pop and one of the men crumpling to the floor. The others release you, letting you fall to the ground and charging the man.The mystery man seemed unfazed. You had backed away, your bare back hitting the cold brick wall, watching in fear.

Then silence. The only sound of the man in the red mask's angry pants. Before he turned to you, something about him stuck you as familiar. But what could it be?