You hadn't meant to come this far into the woods outside Gotham. You were just trying to escape some of Joker's freaks and hadn't anticipated they'd actually follow you into this godforsaken place. Now you were running, tree branches scratching at your face and tearing at your hair. Behind you was the hoots and cruel taunts of the freaks who seemed intent on chasing you down like a dog.

A wolf's howl cut through the night, piercing and haunting. It caused you to stumble and you gasped as you hit the ground hard and rolled. Footsteps came to a skidding stop and your pursuers towered above you with smiles that seemed too wide for their faces. Before they could attack however, a brown blur crashed into them.

You could hear snarls and screams, the crunching of bone and tearing of flesh. Scrambling to your feet, you bolted from the scene, horror bubbling up inside and threatening to spill over. Finding yourself in a dead end at the bottom of a cliff, a chill slithered down your spine as a crack of a limb sounded behind you. Slowly turning, you spotted a hulking figure making it's way toward you. It looked grotesque in the way blood stained its muzzle and jowls, coating the russet fur on its neck a crimson hue.

It stood on its hind legs to tower over you, a whimper escaping your throat unbidden. Slowly, it tilted it's head and you could make out the wolfish features. Was it a damn werewolf? "I won't hurt you," it growled out in a distinctively male voice though it was gravelly and deep. "I took care of them."

After a long stretch of silence where the two of you simply stared at each other, the werewolf inclined his head. "Follow me. I'll take you somewhere safe for the night." Without waiting for a reply, he turned and began to lumber off, leaving you with the choice to follow or flee.