Cold. The night was so very cold. You scurried to your appartment five blocks down the seemingly lonesome street. Your car had a flat tire in the middle of the night in Gotham city, the worst luck in your life. Being extremely knowledgeable about what goes on at night, you waste no time trying to grab a coat or call anyone. Staying in one spot could mean death in a matter of seconds, or worse. You cursed yourself for giving up a beginner's life of crime, weapons, gear, and all. At least then you could be able to protect yourself. You angrily shake the thoughts out of your head and attempt to focus on the actual situation.
You can see the building now, just a couple more blocks to go and you're home. You begin to fill somewhat hopeful about the situation, knowing that as soon as you get inside you can call someone about the car. You can be safe, snuggle next to your pet, and - WHAM. You're down on the wet ground. The right side of your head is pounding and you're sure there is blood. Your whole body hurts from the abrubt, forced fall.
Your vision comes to you again, and you see two huge men. They appear to have masks on. They're mumbling to one another.
"This is that little bitch that the boss wanted, right?" One said, making sure you can hear
The other shrugs, handing his buddy a baseball bat. "Either way man, can't leave the pretty little thing out here in the cold"
The first raises the bat up, gets into a stance as if he is going to hit a baseball. "If we're wrong maybe we can still hit a homerun, heh" your eyes open wide in terror as the bat cracks down on your skull.