One night, you’re walking down the street. Surely it’s a good idea, it’s not like Gotham was practically the world center for petty crime or anything. Almost predictably you were mugged at gun point. What could you do other than comply? It seemed to work out though considering a figure had leaped down from the building above you.

You waited, it’s not like something like this hadn’t happened before. This time the hero who returned with your purse wasn’t too familiar. He had black hair and black mask over his eyes. He held your bag in his hands, “I’m assuming this is yours?”

He couldn’t lie, you were initially very attractive to him. I mean your hair, your skin, your face? It just all seemed to blend together wonderfully. He couldn’t help it if his heart started beating just a bit faster.