This is my first story so be easy on me. This also doesnt really have anything to do with batman. Anyway, Im not good at spelling. I'm sorry, hope you enjoy.

The Mysterious Guy

A tall figure leaped across the tops of buildings with great speed, almost as if the darken figure was flying. As it was leaping it looked behind its shoulder to see it still was being followed, it then sped up its motion, trying to lose its chaser. The figure began to jump across buildings that were further apart from each other. Its method fail as the attacker easily leaped over the building and accelerate towards the shadowed figure. It was a clear night with the full moon big and bright, casting shadows everywhere. There was a slight breeze that swept through the two figure's hair.

"I'm tired of this shit. I'm just going for it," the chaser said aggravated. It landed on the next bulling that was long enough to sprint across. Then continued to gain speed and finally reached the end of the building. The mysterious figure crouched down and pushed off the edge of the building with its feet, sending it flying through the midnight breeze, while the other one looked over its shoulder again only to find its chaser in the air, to inches away from it and before he knew it the attacker was on top.

"Ah!! Eat shit!" he yelled and punched toward the attacker but was blocked and twisted behind him, down to the roof.

"Stupid bitch!" he yelled.

"Why did you torch my house?" she asked with fire in her eyes and anger in her voice.

"Fuck you!" he just replied.

"You little prick!" she said angrier than before and twisted his arm more until there was a pop like nose which caused the man to scream in pain.

"If you don't want more than tell me!" she screamed.

"The Joker," he whispered.



"Are you kidding me? I've had enough with you" she said and picked him up fast and before he had time to react she put both hands on his neck and twisted it. Then lying before her was a lifeless body. She started down at it and looked at her hands, noting that she had some kind of white substance on them and walked away.

Once she was backed to her burnt and broken house she flipped open her cell, opening to her contacts and looked up R. She scalded the numbers until she found the one she was looking for. She stared at it for a moment before dialing