Scumbags. Filth. Scum. These are the lowlifes that run this city. But not for long. I am the Red Hood. What my "mentor" never understood was that you can't stop crime. He wanted to rule them by fear, but what did he do with the ones that weren't afraid? I did what he wouldn't, I took them out.
Rain poured down on the dockyard. Lively chatter. Not a bit of fear. Not until they realized that I was here. I planned my next move and crept through the dockyard. One of the thugs decided to take a smoke. Bad idea. I crept up behind him, grabbed his arm, extinguished his cigarette on his face and swiftly snapped his neck. "Worthless ape", I muttered to myself as I tried to think of a reason why it wasn't respectful to say that. "Nope", I whispered, "They don't deserve respect." I continued my relentless but stealthy assault, taking pride in my work. With every movement, I ensured that no momentum was wasted and that mercy was irrelevant. Only one scumbag remained. "I think I'll give him a grand farewell," I said quietly, "Heaven help him, because I won't." I walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder and as expected, he made the mistake of trying to attack me. I broke his wrist and threw him onto the cold, hard floor.
"I need some information," I said in a mostly calm voice, "Where's Black Mask?"
"I ain't tellin' you jack!" he said without fear, "Besides, you won't kill me!"
He obviously forgot who I was. He obviously had me mistaken for Batman. A rookie mistake.
"Do I look like Batman to you?" I replied.
"Well yeah, kind of." He said confidently, "You've got that insignia thing on your chest."
He had a point. But he did remind me that I wasn't Batman and that this type of interrogation was a bit old-fashioned. So I did what only I would do. I took out my gun and slammed the barrel to his head.
"I'll ask you one more time," I bellowed, "Where is he?!"
"Ok, ok!" He shouted, "He's working out of a penthouse in Chinatown!"
"Appreciate it." I reassuringly said. And then I pulled the trigger.
Don't judge me for what I do. I do what no one else will do, I rid this city of crime. In a way that only killing can. Throw a criminal into jail and what happens? They get out. Either by bail or by serving their time. They get back out so they can do it again. I remember I said to another vigilante who refused to kill once: Murder? Let me ask you something when you kill a rabid animal, is that murder? Makes sense doesn't it? I'm taking this city back. One body at a time.