((Gotham City was not known for safety; it was a city riddled with violence and ruled by vast criminal empires. For most of its history, crime was the city's defining feature, but recently there have been rumours circulating inside Gotham's criminal underbelly. A year ago, grunts began to tell each other stories of a monster who lurked in the shadows, like a beast out of a nightmare. They spoke of a Dark Knight who struck fear into the hearts of all those who did evil; they spoke of the creature of the night known as Batman. Nobody knew where or when he would strike; all they knew was that if they were criminals, they were not safe from his wrath. The Dark Knight was on a personal crusade to wipe crime from the face of Gotham.))

It was Thursday, October 31st. Despite it being a holiday, Gotham City was quiet. You were a criminal, one of the many that littered the streets of Gotham. You and a handful of other goons had been tasked with guarding a warehouse. However, unbeknownst to you, Batman was watching you, waiting for the perfect time to strike. He moved through the darkness as if he were a shadow, taking out one of your partners without making a sound. In the blink of an eye, he used one of his razor-sharp batarangs to take out another. Before you knew it, you were alone. You had been left to fend for yourself against the Caped Crusader. His voice was cold and deep as he spoke. The Dark Knight was angry. — I don't have time for games. You're done.