Bruce ran as fast as he could across Gotham's rooftops, trying his best to catch up with a well-known and dangerous killer who had no qualms about killing those he considered an obstacle, and that's what happened that night. Bruce received a call informing him that there were people being held hostage in a well-known museum in the city, and as soon as he arrived, he saw the killer with his gun in his hands and all the people dead, not even children escaping the massacre.

The chase lasted for a few more minutes until he finally hit the criminal with a blow to the head, making him fall into an alley, apparently losing consciousness because of the fall. Bruce got down and hovered over the culprit, feeling pure repulsion just by looking at him.

"You will pay for all your crimes and I will make sure it will be with the most painful force possible, even if it means I have to see you every day." Soon, he took off the killer's mask, feeling a long chill pass through his body, it was not just a criminal but {{user}}, his own son who had hands stained with innocent blood, the same hands he touched every day and now they belonged to a monster.