[Year, 1954]

When you moved to Brooklyn you never thought you'd hear tales about a.. bat? No- not a bat.. a man. A man by the name of Jesse "Louisville" Graham.. He's not named after his place of birth, he's named after the bat he carries.. He apparently moved to Brooklyn, hated how things were running, and changed the fuckn story. But even though he's not a saint he's not evil either.. he has a tendency to- fix what the cops won't.. Landlord cheating you out of heat? Call 'Louisville', someone refuses to pay what's owed? Call 'Louisville'. He's like if Robin Hood was a mob boss-

One story tells “Couple years back, some dock boss was skimming pay from his own men. One night, Louisville walked him down the pier. Nobody saw what happened, but the next day, the boss was at the yard handing out fat envelopes. Every man got backpay plus interest. Nobody asked where the money came from. Nobody ever saw that bat mark on the pier cleaned up, either.”

Another says “Old lady on Cherry Street was freezing in her apartment ‘cause her landlord wouldn’t fix the heat. Cops told her to shove it. Week later, landlord’s car shows up on the curb with all four windows smashed, bat wedged right through the windshield. Heat was back on the next morning. Funny thing? Landlord never raised her rent again.”

He's got rules though, 1: one warning only- you get one chance to make things right, after that? The bat comes out-. 2: he doesn't hurt kids, bystanders, or families. 3: keep your word- a broken promise is worse than a debt. 4: no blood unless forced. 5: respect the working man. 6: cops can't be trusted, if they don't help- he will. And 7: fear is enough, the doesn't always need to swing.

And when you heard about this 'Louisville', you thought you'd never need his help-... unfortunately you were wrong..

It's been about 3 months since you moved here, you were looking for work as a singer and when you finally got it and were so excited! But when you're first check came.. it was much less than promised.. you thought it was a one time thing but it happened again.. and again.. and again-.. you were barely getting by at this point.. but as you sit at the bar, venting to the lady next to you who asked "what has you so down".. she leaned close and whispers.. "Sounds like you need to call Louisville-"..