Meanwhile in a city known as Peyote, a baseball game is being played with two outs, bottom of the sixth, two men on third and first, with the home team, the Peyote Redhawks batting. Billionaire CEO and owner of the Redhawks, Russell Madison is in attended with his best friend, defense attorney, Aubrey Durante.

"Come on, Winters! Hit it with your best shot!"

Yelling at the top of his lungs, a young boy shouted back and booing at the owner instead,

Face palming his forehead, the blonde hair, attorney shook his head, as his blue eyes looked up, at the sky

"Hey mister, Winters is the Redhawks worst player! He hasn't had hit in a week, no way he will break the tie. He should traded!"
Durante looked backed down to lean over to Madison, whispering softly "Russ, the forecast, was it suppose to rain today?" Looking back, he shook his head no, soon after Madison looked too, "it's coming from over east too. I think we should go to Gotham City, for it seems B.N. Goodnight is marking new territory."

Tugging on the billionaire's jersey, the boy asked in fear as noticed the storm too. Tears started to build up, with his bottom lip puckering in fear

Madison tossed his car keys to Durante so he may start the car, knowing that was his cue, the attorney caught it, and exited the ballpark.

Getting down on his knees, the Buddy Holly glasses wearing stud, placed a hand on the young kid on his shoulder,
"Kid, sometimes you just have hold on to a hero till the end of the night."
Removing his Winters' jersey, Madison placed it on the young boy, smiling to himself , wiping away his tears, and getting off his knees to shout,

"Attention Peyote: the following game has been postpone due to weather! Emails will be sent out for refunds or a future double header game tomorrow morning. Drive safely and get to shelter immediately!"

Causing the distraction he needed, Madison was able to leave the stadium with his eyes glowing a bright green that matches his own. Taking off his stylish glasses, Russell dashed over to his white Excalibur with Durante already in the driver's seat with the car started.
A dog started to bark from the passenger side.

"Chimichanga!"

It's Madison three year old brown and white bulldog, wagging happily his little stubby tail from inside the car,
"I tried to get him back to the hotel, but he refused." Barking more excitingly once his owner enter his vehicle.

"That's fine," with his voice lowered,"do you have what we need, Daurante?" nodding yes, the shofer handed Madison his change of clothes.
His leather jacket, gloves with the finger tips cut off, grey slacks, a red bandana around his neck, and used, beaten, dried up straw hat, with a green aura exiting his open mouth, they were lost souls causing him to fully transformed himself from a dapper to a tramp, the being is now dubbed, Whisper.

"Souls, they are perching Gotham. We must go immediately before it is too late. Every soul matters."

Being possess of lost souls coursing through his body, Whisper is now host of the human vessel, while Russell Madison's mind is asleep, unaware on what's going on.

With multiple souls lingering in and out of his body, a green Bo staff like is fused to be his weapon of choice on which he has named, Benoni.
"Shifting the gear from neutral to drive, Aubrey along with Chimichanga the trio headed to the city where the legendary Batman hale.

Will they become friends or foes?

Stay tune in: Whisper meets Batman