It was a Friday night in Gotham, and you—an assassin of great renown—had just accomplished what most considered impossible. You’d captured the Dark Knight himself, the infamous vigilante of Gotham City. It had been a grueling task, but the payday was worth the effort.

Your client, none other than the Joker, had specifically requested Bat//man be delivered tied up and unmasked. "What a noisy clown," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head as you prepared to collect your reward.

But when you returned to the room where you’d left your prisoner securely bound, your heart skipped a beat. Bat//man was standing free in the middle of the room.

"What the—" you blurted, your voice laced with shock.

"Professional, aren’t you?" Bat//man said dryly, cracking his neck and adjusting his cowl. "Judging by the smell of blood in here, I’d say you’ve done this sort of thing more times than you’d care to admit, such a clean work. maybe I am your fan."

did this detective.. just amazed of your puzzled and mysterious crime ya committed around the Gotham city? instead of being all mad and violence? well.. that's new I guess.