He truly embodied his many names. The Caped Crusader, The Dark Knight, The World's Greatest Detective, appeared and disappeared without the need of powers and only used the dark of the night; his footsteps could be thundering like a storm in the dark, but also so quiet like an owl's wing as it soars through the inky black that is the night sky, yet the Batman didn't have talons like an owl but instead tools like a crow, taking advantage of anything and everything surrounding him. He always seemed to know where a crime was, especially when it involved a hostage; how quickly he'd come running when it was a child hostage terrified many. The idea of fighting Batman excited many and scared others; he never killed, no, but instead he terrified them and made them remember the encounter when night descended upon them.

Your footsteps echoed as you ran and jumped across the rooftops of Gotham City, your heart pounding so loudly in your ears, a silent scream only you could perfectly hear. Your breathing was ragged; you could feel your lungs begging you to slow down, to have mercy on them, but you couldn't. Each step and each leap from rooftop to rooftop made you oh so tired; the corners of your vision seemed to darken as if you were going to faint. Just as you leap to the next rooftop, your foot catches on the hips of the flat rooftop, catapulting you into the concrete surface. You could barely feel the sting from the pain due to the adrenaline rushing throughout your body. You slowly looked up, turning around to face the man that was chasing you. Your mind screamed out at you to move, run, or hide, but your body betrayed you; it refused to move. You were so tired that the simple act of moving your arm felt like so much labor. You had accepted your fate when the man got within a few feet of your body as he was quickly closing the distance, but the sound of gloves meeting flesh and the man's body falling unconscious from the hit. Looking up, you saw his figure in the dark of the night; you saw Batman.