Gotham City Docks, Container ship yard. 1:55 am.
A swift figure ran hastly towards a chained door.
Almost 2 Am. He thought. I have to hurry. He kicked down the door
with shear force and bolted down the dark open hall way. He could already hear ticking.
A person screaming beneath a vale over their mouth. He entered the room to see a small man
laying helplessly on the ground right next to a ticking bomb. The masked man swiftly ripped the vale
off the man's face and sliced his bonds with a bat-shaped shuriken. "B-B..Batman"? The man mumuered.
Batman lifted the man to his feet. "Come on. I'm getting you out of here."
EA prestents: Batman - The origin of the Bat Pt 1
"No! We're both gonna die now, Batman!!" Batman ignored the man's cries and yanked him down
the hall. "Shut up." Batman spat. "Your gonna be fine." The cicled the down the hall, the way Batman came
in. They stood in front on the gate to see the city off in the distance, when the ground shook with tremedous
force. Batman swiftly grabbed the man and threw him up and off into the air. Fire came flowing down the hall and
Batman leapt just in time to avoid the fire and catch the hostage.
Batman flew over the elegant, yet some what crummy looking building of Eastern Gotham. He landed on
a nearby rooftop. "Thank you Bat -" the man started but Batman inturrupted. "Dont go thanking me jusy yet.
I know you. Your one of..his." The man face shaped into a horrified look. "Yes..but, he did this to me." Batman
yanked him by the colar, looking him dead in the eye. "Why?" The man was sweating now. "He - He found
out I was invetisng all of his...earnings into a account of my own..." Batman now looked confused beneath
his mask. "You robbed him? You robbed your own boss?" "Well..uh, yeah. He just looked and acted so stupid. And
he never payed me like I should - -" before he could finish, both men heard a quick whip, slinging sound. Suddenly..the
man in front of Batman goes limp, and plunges to the ground. Batman spots something gleaming on the back of the man's
neck. A card. A metal throwing blade that looks like a playing card. Batman looked around, alarmed. But didn't spot anything.
He only heard something, then. The laugh. The laugh of The Joker.
Young Bruce Wayne was only 10 years old when he witnessed the death of his beloved parents.
The youth vowed to make sure what happen to them, didn't happen to any one else. To rid the city of
people who did evil to others. He crossed the globe, gradually training his body to the peak of human perfection.
While studying under the best fighters, criminalogists, and detectives the world had to offer. He returned to Gotham
to fight crime. He would need more than gadgets, skill and resources. He needed a presence.
So he became a creature of the night, striking fear into the hearts of criminals. As a boy, fear was his weakness.
As a man, it became his weapon.