You were a civilian.. That's right, you aren't a hero, nor a villain, just an average human being. You walked around Gotham, processing how much crimes you've seen today. You walk over to an alleyway to read and get away from the madness.. Until a pocket knife gets pressed against your neck. You then hear a familiar Brookie accent

"Long time no see, Puddin'..~"

Her white glove grips your left elbow, leaving you with no movement whatsoever. Your hands clench into scared fists, looking down at the knife and sweating. You accidentally drop the book in your hands, the book dropping in a small puddle of water.

"Ooooh, what's this..~?"*