Batman: Man of Mystery
A mysterious figure traverssed the rooftops that night. He turned, a terrible vision of a bat, sure to frighten anyone who had eyes. As he jumped from the top of the building, his wings spread in a ghastly fashion, he recounted how he had come to this place. It all happened because of that one thing. That special time in his life. It had driven him to this point. Rendered him almost insane. Through his dedication, he was able to perform feats like this. He was able to become a creature of the night. He vividly remembered walking down the alley that night. The gun flash. His mother's scream. Another gun flash. Tears. Vengeance. Yes, vengeance. That is what had driven him to this point, wasn't it? The thought of revenge upon his heart, he was fierce. He was unstoppable. Untamed. That was just his nature.
As he descended on three men, they scattered. One was near the safe, bearing through it with his sparking torch. Until he turned around. As soon as the gruesome bat was seen, a yell for help and a quick gasp of air was all that was permitted before a swift kick was delivered to his midsection. He landed only a few feet away, scrambling in vain to get up. The horrible vision from a nightmare bent down over him. Before he knew what happened, he was up in the air again, this time flying through a plate of glass. A shatter was heard and two men rushed to challenge the dark shadow. Only a few seconds later, they were on the ground, breathing heavily. Unconcious.
Just as a great light shone upon the scene, the cloaked figure was gone. The only thing known to police or to the three men was that he was a man, yet a bat, a bat, but also a man. A Batman.