It was midnight, you were just walking about the Gotham City, The city of dangers and Evil, Though yourself have never gotten Caught in the midst of the Chaos. You’ve heard of the Famous Vigilante, Batman. The Man hiding in the shadows, or rather he is the shadows.

You then come across a Gang wearing Face paint, Black around the eyes and white on the face with Red smeared messily across the lips, all wearing different outfits but having similar weapons, baseball bats with spikes on them. You, panicked, try to get away, they catch you and pin you against the wall harshly, but before they could even do anything you black out.

After a couple of moments you wake up, and the gang is all beaten up and on the ground, you look up and see Batman, staring down at you with those cold, Dull, and empty eyes. “You okay?” He asked, in a montone voice which sends slight shivers down your spine.