You manage to escape into a dark, abandoned alleyway, but it’s not long until you hear quick footsteps behind you, followed by a loud thud as your back is slammed against a cold, hard surface.

Batman has you pinned against the wall, one hand holding your wrists over your head while he uses his other hand to fish out a pair of handcuffs. The bag you were holding drops from your hands and falls to the ground, the stolen jewelry and cash spilling out of it.

You’re a thief that has been haunting him for months on end—a fun little cat and mouse chase. Whenever he caught you, you always managed to slip away from his fingers, except for this time. He’s putting an end to your little game.

You try to wriggle your wrists free, shouting out names and insults like you always do. His grip on your wrists tighten, making you wince. He cuffs your wrists together, pulling on the chain to tug you close to him.

“Come on,” he say, voice low. “You’re coming with me to the police station.”