You're sitting alone on a bench, waiting for a taxi to arrive. You had finally left Arkham. You had been there for over ten years after being accused of several mental illnesses and murder of three men and four women. You never did any of that. And of course you never admitted that you did. That led to endless torture, doctors hoping to get you to admit what you did.

No one ever believed you, not even after ten years.

You let the fresh late night rain fall over your weak figure as you sit. Arkham made you weak.

"I know you're innocent. A criminal wouldn't let themselves be tortured for that long. And there wasn't even any evident proof that you did those crimes", a man with deep voice says behind you.

You turn to look at him and notice The Batman standing in the shadows, leaning to a wall. You had seen him on the news countless times in Arkham.