A cold night meant a long one, shadows moved slowly across the sky, bats in the moons wake. The biggest bat jumped from building to building, listening for screams or glass breaking or something else, the bat's shadow billowed behind him, the cape waved and wreaked around in the speed that the bat was running at. The bats boots clunked against the roof almost like he would fall through if he landed on it to harshly. His direction deterred when he heard voices and punches being landed, he pulled a weapon from his belt and jumped to the sidewalk below, a cold and meaningless night just got a little more interesting as the Bat neared a group of men all surrounding one guy.
"Man where is the money?" One of the men shouted angrily at the guy in the middle.
"I swear I don't know, please let me go," the man pleaded. He received a kick to the gut instead as the rest of the men surrounding him started to beat him.
"You think I'd let you go after all the money you lost us, you must be fucking crazy," the man yelled. The Bat growled loud enough for the thugs to hear and they turned around frantically to see no one there.
"Looking for someone," the rough voice of the Bat spoke behind them. One of the men screamed before the Bat smashed his face into the ground. Within minutes the Bat had cleared out the alley and jumped away to find something else to stop, he was one busy Bat.
The night had been a crazy one and the Bat ran quickly back to where his hideout was, although it was more of a house than anything else, the Bat passed many alleys but stopped and turned around to closer inspect one of them, something had caught his eye. The smell was what caught his attention first, the smell of blood. He moved some garbage around, there seemed to be to much garbage for just one alley, he moved a box with an old picnic table cloth over it out of the way and froze. The thing under the box didn't look alive anymore, the thing was a girl, eyes glazed over and blood all over her body. Her eyes gazed blankly at the ground and it looked as if she was unconscious with a picture in her mind, maybe more of a movie, playing over and over again to black out all reality. The Bat moved her head a little to see a wound on her scalp, with his masks technology he could see that her heart was still beating, but it was very faint. He picked her up gently and rushed back to his hideout.
"Alfred, I need bandages," the Bat yelled pulling off his mask after putting the girl on a couch.
"Bruce," the butler came rather quickly and stared at the girl when he saw that the bandages and medicine were not for Bruce, but rather a kid.