-Prologue-
Gotham city, it might actually be considered beautiful if it weren't such a dump. "Hey.. uh Muerte? Your stuff came." One of my hired henchmen says. I jump down from my perch and land on the rooftop, I grab the hilt of the sword they've brought me and pull it from it's sheath. "N..now what?" another man asks. I slice the blade through the air and they flinch, "Your job here is done,"
-Batman's POV-
I arrived too late. The rooftop is littered with bodies. Several men are missing limbs, even heads. I kneel beside one of the men and examine the body, the cut was clean, a sharp blade possibly a sword. I walk through the bodies of ten men, all were either murderers or rapists. Odd. Amongst the bodies is the word 'muerte.' written in blood. "Alfred are you seeing what I'm seeing?" I ask "Yes sir, looks as though you won't make it to dinner with Ms. Vale then am I correct?" he asks I sigh. "No, I need to contact Gordon."