The streets of Gotham City were never safe. Whether it be night, or day, there's always something amiss. During the night time however, is when the streets are a little bit safer. A masked vigilante prowls the shadows, stopping criminals from robbing, raping and murdering. Many say that he is a myth—that there's no such entity. But others have seen this masked creature. Is he human? People aren't sure. He moves silently through the shadows, and looks more animalistic than human…
He is called the Batman, and he is feared by all. Those who say they don't fear the Batman, soon change their minds. The Batman roams Gotham City, dedicated to protecting the civilians and stopping the criminals. The Gotham City Police Department were given a light that they could shine into the sky when something wasn't quite right. It has the symbol of a bat on it, and it's supposed to call the masked crusader for help.
Tonight, the Batman perched atop a church, standing next to a gothic gargoyle. He had his binoculars pressed up against his dark eyes and he peered into the night. He had been watching a man of little decency stalk this woman for quite some time. He knew what his intentions were, and the Batman wouldn't let him get that far. Pressing a button on his utility belt, the vigilante's cape became stiff as several titanium poles hardened in the fabric. He grabbed the edges of his cape and fanned it out so that he literally looked like a bat. Jumping off of the cathedral, the caped crusader glided towards the man who was getting closer to the woman. He landed several feet behind him, silent as the night. As he landed, the man got the attention of the woman and had managed to back her into an alley. She was trying to search for a way out, and she saw the dark figure drop to the ground. She stifled a gasp, her mind jumping to the conclusion that her stalker had an accomplice. She watched as the figure advanced towards the man who was advancing towards her, and she pushed herself up against the alley's wall, closing her eyes and praying she wouldn't be harmed.
The woman heard a thump and a gargled moan and opened her eyes to see her attacker on the ground in a heap. He was unconscious, and the mysterious figure seemed to be tying him up. He finished and looked over at her. The woman wanted to vanish into the brick wall, wanted to disappear into the night, wanted to be as small as a mouse so that she could escape…
"Are you alright?" The figure asked in a deep voice, which startled the woman. She swallowed back her fear, and nodded slowly.
"I…believe so. Uh, thank you…who are you?" She asked, her hands shaking as she clutched them to her breast. The Batman watched her and bowed slightly, never taking his dark cobalt eyes off of her.
"I am the Batman," he said and the woman started at him, appalled. So it was true! The Batman really wasn't a myth. She closed her eyes in relief, and when she opened them, the masked man was no where in sight.
Collecting herself, the woman fled from the alley, and headed home, completely unaware that the Batman was watching her, making sure she made it safely.