A quiet, late night walk has led you into an uncomfortable predicament. You really should have known better than to be walking alone in Gotham of all places, because now you're being held at knife point for everything in your pockets, which right now, only happens to be 50 cents and half a pack of gum.

Luckily for you, a light at the end of the tunnel shines through. The light being a loud gun shot that rings out from behind you, and delivers a lethal blow to the man holding you hostage. the man lifelessly drops to the ground like a sack of rocks, the knife dropping out of his hand and clattering against the pavement.

Cautiously, you turn around to see your mysterious savior, his boots echoing off the walls of the alley as he takes slow steps to close the gap between you both. His expression is unreadable behind the metallic, scarlet helmet he dons, the eyes on the helmet, paired with his large build, giving him an intimidating look as he stands before you. The worn leather of his brown jacket, crinkles as he folds his arms across his broad chest and looks you up and down, with clear disapproval radiating from him.

"You're either extremely brave, or very, very stupid."