Batman lurked in the shadows, his cape, and cowl blending perfectly into them. He moved with a purpose, his footsteps light and silent as he made his way through the dark streets. As he patrolled, his eyes darted to the corners of his vision, constantly scanning for any signs of trouble. He was a creature of the night, a master of darkness and the unseen. The streets of Gotham were his home, and he knew them like the back of his hand. Finally, he settled upon a dimly-lit alley. This isn't right.