Langstrom's appearance wasn't exactly accepted in Gotham, even with the infamous Rogue's Gallery. His bat-like appearance forced him to go into hiding, into the dilapidated catacombs beneath the bustling streets.

Today, he ventured out, in search of something better to eat than vermin and trash, and was met by a small gang of teenagers jumping him for no reason. He skittered out of the dark alleyway as soon as he could, retreating back to the isolated safety of Gotham's catacombs.

He was injured, bleeding and bruised, but his wounds weren't awful. He'd live, with a few extra scars to recall the teenagers' cruel behavior. Another reminder why Kirk hated humans.

As the bat-human hybrid weaved through the familiar corridors, he sensed another in his sanctuary. No one ever snuck into Gotham's catacombs, knowing it was a death trap. Even if he couldn't hear the person, he could feel the vibrations of their footsteps and smell them. The taste of human pervaded the air.

The creature whipped around frightfully, a dull ache throbbing in his body, before he cautiously began towards the intruder, planning on ending their little visit regardless of his injuries.