A shaking, gloved hand held the camera. The hand was not shaking in fear, but in joy. Here it was, tied to a chair, an instrument. The sound this instrument made was a mix of moans and cries, for it was a man, an instrument in a plot of fear. The camera was pointing at the man, somewhat large in size, who was looking around helplessly.
The predator, the capturer, had caught the prey only about half an hour ago, a hopeless imposter of a certain masked problem. The imposter's costume wouldn't be called an exact replica by any means. The armor was simple pads that one could find in a store. The mask, with blunt ears as opposed to spiked, and eyeholes that seemed to be cut randomly with scissors, was nothing like the original. It even seemed to be made of loose rubber. It was almost an insult.
But this would be fun.
The man holding the camera pressed "Record" with his free hand, and spoke in a voice that sounded like it was talking to a child.
"Tell them your name." The voice requested.
"Brian... Douglas." The trapped man in the costume replied in a weak, trembling voice.
"Are you the real Batman?" The voice asked.
"No." Brian did his best not to stare at the camera, and even worse, the man holding it.
"No?" The man said in a mocking tone. He ran over to Brian and ripped the mask off of his head... yes, that would upset him. "Then why do you dress up like him?" The man dangled the jiggling mask in front of the camera, letting out a cackle.
"He's a symbol that we don't have to be afraid of scum like you." Brian replied in a pathetic attempt to sound strong. Now was the time to make him afraid.
"Oh, but you do, Brian." The gloved man placed the camera close to Brian's face, dropping the mask. "You really do!"
It worked – Brian started to cry, still avoiding his capturer's and the camera's stare. The capturer began to pat Brian's cheeks in a teasing attempt to calm him.
"So," The man continued as he moved the camera even closer to Brian's face. "You think Batman's made Gotham a better place?" The man, not waiting for an answer, jumped back to his original spot, across from Brian. "Look at me." Brian didn't, and the man let out a demand in a voice so unexpected, that it would've made Brian jump, if he weren't tied down, "LOOK AT ME!"
Brian stared at the man, terror in his eyes. The man enjoyed that horror… yes, this was what he wanted. And now it was time for the personal message. He turned the camera to his own face, covered in white makeup, scars running from the mouth into both cheeks in a never-ending smile.
"See, this is how crazy Batman's made Gotham!" The man grinned, staring into the camera with cold eyes. "If you want order in Gotham, Batman must take off his mask and turn himself in. Oh, and every day he doesn't, people will die… starting tonight. I'm a man of my word." And then the man burst into insane laughter. He reached into the purple suit jacket he was wearing, pulled something reflective out of it, and pounced towards Brian.