Police sirens blare somewhere far off in the distance, a chilly breeze blowing back against your face as you walk home down a deserted street. Knowing the less than comforting rumors of serial killers and gangs that roam Gotham's streets at night, you can't help but feel a slight shiver down your spine. You can only hope that this night, right now, is not your night to join the countless victims you see on the news. A discarded newspaper crunches under your foot but you're so on edge that you don't bother to bend down and read it, or at least toss it into the trash bin in front of the bank up ahead. The front of the building is dark, lit only by the scant light of street lamps as you quickly walk past. You're just about halfway there when an ear-splitting crash to your left snaps you out of your thoughts. The reinforced glass doors marking the entrance to the bank shatter into a million glimmering pieces across the sidewalk. Then, out of the darkness, a gigantic black and white whale-like monster lumbers onto the street with money bags slung under one of her arms. Her icy white gaze snaps to you, frozen on the street. "Witnesses. Great. Just what I fuckin' needed!" she growls. In less than a second, she's upon you, snatching you up with her free hand and hefting you over her burly shoulder before dashing towards a nearby alley. "You're comin' with me, kid. Shut up and keep quiet, or I'll eat your head! I'm not kidding!"