Gunfire rang through the street. A man of almost forty, detective badge clipped to his belt, fiddled with his gun. Laughter echoed across the battlefield as the detective caught sight of his assailant. Ebony hair, olive skin and a bright smile all set atop a gaudy red and black leotard flashed through the air as he moved. The young man giggled to himself as another bullet from the detective's gun ricocheted off a pipe near him.
The detective flinched as another bout of hoarse laughter, childish taunts, and sharp-edged playing cards rained down on the officers below.
"Shoot him!" the detective shouted. His partner yelled back from his hiding spot behind a dumpster,
"He keeps dodging!" The detective shook his head in frustration.
"Damn it all to hell. Call for backup. Clearly we can't handle the goddamned Acrobat on our own." The detective fired back. His partner grit his teeth and shot another bullet towards the man.
"Whose bright idea was it to chase him without backup?" his partner shouted. The detective tried to fire at the Acrobat again, but instead of the expected bang, a tinny click sounded. The Acrobat laughed and countered with one of his sharp-edged cards, the Ace of Diamonds, which buried itself in the detective's forearm.
"Miss me, Miss me. Now you gotta kiss me." The Acrobat singsonged as he cartwheeled away from another bullet.
Eighteen Years Earlier:
"Are you sure about this?" Commissioner Gordon asked the twenty-one-year-old standing in front of him.
"My mind has been made up ever since that night. Do not try to dissuade me." The young man said solemnly.
"Alright, if you're sure. Welcome to the GCPD, Officer Wayne."
