Chapter 1
The streets of Gotham City were dimly lit by the street lights as smoke and steam filled the air of the city. Walking down the empty and darkened streets of the gothic looking city, a girl no more than 20 was walking. She was one of the city's many prostitutes. Having, in her eyes, no other choice, she took to the streets, selling her body in hopes of keeping alive in a city that takes more lives than creates. Down the dark street, she could see a man walking, one of the few who would wander the city's streets during this time of day. She smiled inwardly, hoping this john would pay off and let her go home for the night. She slowly approached him, being a bit cautious as this city has had its fair share of psychopaths. "Hi, honey." She said approaching the man. "E-Excuse me?" The man said. She noticed he had a somewhat thick accent, probably European. "Are you shopping for kicks?" She asked putting her hands on his chest. "I am. I recently arrived from Europe." The girl chuckled. "I could tell by your accent. Come here." She pulled him behind a building." There's a couch here we can use." She slid off the coat she was wearing. "I usually don't ask for money." She pulled him close to her." But if you could help me…" He put a finger over her lip and leaned in, kissing her neck. "I don't give, my dear, I take." Before she could react, she felt a deep, sharp pain in her neck and let out a scream. The figure standing over her enjoyably sucked on the bleeding wound on her neck. Afterwards, he ripped her throat with his elongated teeth, leaving her lying on the couch. He chuckled and licked his lips as he walked away.
A dark figure stood atop the spiraling rooftop of Gotham City, surveying the area. As he looked about, he heard police sirens in the distance. Pressing a button on his wrist, the dark figure jumped along the rooftops and jumped, safely landing on the ground below, his black cape gliding him. In a mere moment, a mammoth tank-like vehicle pulled up beside him. The figure, who was the city's silent guardian, the city's dark knight, got in the vehicle. Once the roof slid shut, he drove his vehicle down the long, dark streets of Gotham, pressing a button on his dashboard. "We have a possible 187 on 62nd and Lincoln, officer on scene found dead body on a couch behind the old abandoned warehouse on 62nd." Batman sped up a little. " . 4th one this week." He thought to himself. He stopped on the opposite side of the warehouse the police were and used his grappling hook to ascend the building. Batman scaled the roof and ducked into the dark alley, listening in on the police. One man stepped forward, His glasses covering his brown eyes as he stepped into the crime scene. "Commissioner." One of the officers called out. Commissioner Gordon walked over to the officer. "What do we have?" He asked looking over the body. "Homicide. The victim can't be no older than 20. She was found with a several slashes along her throat." The officer said showing Gordon the body. Gordon sighed and took his glasses off, wiping them with his handkerchief. "4th on this week. Was there any kind of a weapon?" The officer shook his head. "No, sir. CSU says the slashes on the victim's throat were from some kind of razor bladed weapon. It was sharp enough to completely severe her jugular." Gordon looked onto the alley, seeing movement. "Well, keep looking." Gordon went into the alley, looking around for the source of the movement. "These killings are escalating." Batman said leaning over the fire escape on the building, his cape flowing in the wind. Gordon nodded. "I know and we're no closer to finding this manic then we are finding Bigfoot." Batman just looked at Gordon. "Those slashes weren't caused by any weapon. The slashes are too deep." Gordon folded his arms. "Then if it wasn't some knife or cutting implement, then what's been killing these people?" "I'll look into it" Batman said. "Commissioner!" One of the officers called. Gordon turned his head. "I hope you can figure it…." He turned his head back to see Batman was gone. Gordon sighed and walked back to the crime scene.