A whipping rain cast over the darkening crevices of Gotham City one gloomy night. Thunder rolled in the background as a nimble vigilante slithered through the shadows of a warehouse located on Gotham's south side.

After a year of tracking down Valentin, the vigilante was determined to have him cuffed by tonight. A monster of a human Professor Pyg was; a grotesque and twisted individual with a cell in Arkham waiting for him.

A quick dip into the next room led the heroine into Pyg's underground infirmary, where he performed illegal plastic surgery, and collected organs. Needless to say, the medical supplies weren't the cleanest, and visible splatters of blood freckled the dim infirmary. An off-white, creased and red-dotted bed lay in the center of the room, just under the only flickering light. The hero crept further into the room, stature attentive and on guard, gaze searching for any signs of Lazlo...

CRACK!

Behind the vigilante, the door slammed shut, blocking out the hallway light. A jolt shivered up the heroine's spine.

"This little piggie went to the market..." a bone chilling croon sounded from the darkness, followed by soft clicking footsteps. Pyg's voice echoed, rendering it difficult to pin his exact location.

"This little piggie went to the movies..." another quotation, and Lazlo's steps grew louder.

"This little piggie should've stayed home," a mixture of oinks and shrill giggles filled the chilly air, followed by the shwing of a blade.