The wind blew. You a not so much a well known thief, but definitely a good one. You’d just executed your plan on robbing A bank. And your escape plan bailed on you. So you needed a different getaway plan. You put on your hoodie so you wouldn’t be spotted until you came across a small bar.

You saw a bike, perfect. As you were about to hop on the bike, an ominous voice came from behind you.

“Get the hell away from my bike.” It was fucking Red hood. The most feared..hero*?* in Gotham.