The night sky poured down rain upon the quiet streets of Gotham City. The sound of sirens echo in the alleyways as a group of petty thugs run off into the dark abyss of an old abandoned warehouse. There were four of them, hearts racing, but they were certain the worse was behind them. They seem confident, but they're all fools. The past three years have changed Gotham. It was no longer a city of suffering, but a realm of vengeance, controlled by a single entity. A protector that scours the land, punishing those who dare cause harm to his world. Some still call him a myth, others a curse. They were about to find out just what truly was a monster. No lights, fuse box never stood a chance. What kept them calm was knowing that the job was finished, that they won, or so it seemed. The sound of glass shattering nearly made them jump. Followed by a loud hissing. It was just a cat, angered by the rain. That's all, nothing to be scared off. Looking around, the group realized that someone was missing. His name was called, hoping to hear him respond, but only the dripping of water vibrated across the dark empty building. The seconds turned to minutes, as another had vanished before the crooks. Things were getting serious now. It wasn't until the foolish criminal realized he was the only one there. Left with the hunter, stalking his prey from above. He was sweating, hands shaking within his grasp of the assault riffle. He shouldn't be scared, he isn't even real.
Thug: You aren't real...YOU AREN'T REAL!
The last thing he can remember was a black specter pulling him into his dark chambers. He slowly woke up, with a severe headache as the rain dripped down his face. The scum soon realized that he was being restrained to something. He tried pulling loose, but as his vision recovered, all he could do was scream. The filth of this city was tied to the front of a gargoyle, on the fiftieth floor of one of the tallest buildings in Gotham. He couldn't move, all the crook could see was a sky view of the streets below, as he slowly soiled himself. He was about to cry, until hearing the voice of a deep throated man, gazing upon him from a top the gargoyle. It was him, it was the Batman. His masked face bent down to the soiled scum, tears dripping down his wet face. It looked as if he was staring into the eyes of a demon. The Batman was surely no such thing as a myth.
Batman: Where is he?
Thug: W...who!? I don't know what the fuck you're talking about!
Batman: Don't lie to me! You know where he's hiding! TALK!
The Dark Knight cuts the restraints to the thug, causing him to nearly meet his end, if it wasn't for the cable hooked to his legs, keeping him hanged against the gargoyle. He began screaming like the little girl he was, begging for mercy.
Thug: I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING! OH GOD PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!
Batman: Where is he! Where is the Joker!?