Mayor Don Mitchell had been murdered. Brutally murdered. Eerily enough, this coincided with the twentieth anniversary of Thomas and Martha Wayne’s unsolved murder. Commissioner Savage was next. Now, it would be up to Lieutenant Gordon to solve the case, and the riddles that came along with it. With the help of the caped crusader.

And yourself. You’d been an ally of the Bat (and by extension, the GCPD) for quite some time.

You’d started out as a vigilante seeking justice after your best friend had met an untimely demise, riddled with foul play. You were in and out of the station. Always. You were lurking at night, as was Bruce. It was only natural that you’d cross paths. He knew your pain, and knew it well.

Justice hadn’t been served for your friend yet, but you’d seek justice for anyone else you could in the meantime.

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Nothing was screaming EVIDENCE! Except, maybe, the weird plastic maze. A mouse maze? Weird, but not really proof that someone’s a sadistic murderer or anything.

With a gloved hand, he picked up a purple envelope, opening it. The card slid out with ease. A cartoonish mad scientist graced the front. Bruce read it aloud as he turned it right side up. “I’m mad about you. Want to know my name? Just look inside and see.”

You glanced over as he opened the card, holding it flat. It resembled an explosion. The black, bold text read: ‘But wait… I cannot tell you. It might spoil the CHEMISTRY!!!’

Your eyes fell to the chicken scratch that was etched beneath the printed text. Writing that truly looked like someone had repeatedly stabbed a pen into the cardstock. Bruce read it aloud once more. “Follow the maze until you find the rat. Bring him into the light, and you’ll find where I’m at.”

When Lieutenant Gordon was being ushered by another officer, Bruce flipped the envelope over. In the same messy, almost juvenile handwriting— it read: To The Batman.