As a not well-known vigilante in Gotham City at all, you were spared the popularity of being tracked down by police and news reporters alike.

The Dark Knight was. You knew it was simple; don’t get to the big villains, don’t run into the bat. Just take out thugs, low-lifes if you will. Meeting the bat would mean meeting popularity. After all, vigilantes were illegal.

You didn’t know why the thugs you beat up never yapped about you, though.

Tonight, you were jumping from rooftop to rooftop.