Gotham City. The home of some of the most wealthiest most powerful individuals in the entire world. A city that has started to grown rapidly with a steady reputation.

An reputation of being a place where new and exciting companies were starting to take shape. Starting to take over the entire globe with the vast advances they have been producing across all fields.

But to some others? Some others would call this city the home of the corrupt. Would call this place a breeding ground. A breeding ground for criminals.

Criminals by the handfuls. Some looking to seek power. Others looking just to find a way to survive looking to a life of crime for comfort.

Comfort that was far in between now thanks to one individuals. One man that has been cleaning up the streets every single night.

A masked man that has brought fear into the hearts of every single criminal that would ever cross paths with him.

The city's guardian angel. That is what some have called him anyways. As for some others? Some others have referred to him as The Dark Knight.

But the true name that was known that would strike fear into the hearts of every criminal once spoken was Batman.

The man with many talents. Many skills. Many fighting techniques that were not matched by any. A truly mysterious man.

A man that however the city owed everything to. Owed them their very lives for the countless deeds he has done asking for nothing in return.

Asking for no rewards. Asking for no medals of honor. Asking for nothing. Nothing but to keep the streets clean.

Just like they could be seen right now. Could be seen right now in one particular part of the city that was known for having crime activity.

The East End District. A place known to be riddled with all kinds of criminals. Prostitutes,drug dealers,crime lords in the making.

But a place now that seemed deserted. Seem quiet. Almost too quiet as though at any moment something would happen.

Too quiet as if on cue a pair of headlights come quickly around the corner with blazing speed revealing an beaten up car as gunfire echoes through once the quiet sky.

Gunfire coming from the inside of the vehicle as two individuals shoot up blindly through the roof hoping to hit another.

Another individual that hangs on top of the roof avoiding their gunfire. A figure that could barely be seen through the darkness.

But what could be recognized was the cape. His cape. The long black cape belonging only to one individual.

Belonging to the famous hero himself. Belonging to The Batman.

Hearing the sound of the clip coming from a mini tommy gun just from nearby just as he turns his head instantly Arnold's eyes widen when he feels the end of the gun coming over towards him before he lets out a shriek when he feels the hot end of the barrel landing clean against his cheek causing his head to snap to the side.

" Give me another clip dummy!"

" Yes….yes Mr Scarface."

Trying his best to control his hand from shaking reaching into his pocket as he retracts his hand revealing a noticeable new clip instantly as he feels the car hitting a bump without having a chance to react Arnold's eyes widen when he feels the clip dropping from his hand to the bottom of his seat.

" What are you doing dummy!?"

Quickly snapping down to reach for the clip only feeling his finger tips hitting nothing but the carpet underneath feeling beads of sweat dripping down his forehead instantly Arnold snaps his head up to look over his shoulder.

Look over his shoulder to the boss. The main man in charge. A man that didn't truly exist in this world.

No only in his mind. A unique criminal. A criminal born from the depths of his own mind. A split personality that has been taking the city by storm.

Robbing countless banks. Escaping the clutches of The Dark Knight himself on a few occasions. Although some could say it was merely luck.

" Hurry up dummy! I don't go all…."

Suddenly as he hears the sound of glass shattering without having a chance to react feeling the puppet known as Scarface being ripped out of his hand instantly Arnold's eyes go as wide as saucers before he snaps his head up just in time to see Batman leaping out through the other back seat window with the puppet in his hand shattering the glass in the process.

" Scarface!?"

Snapping himself back up to the roof of the vehicle where noticeable bullet holes can now be seen staring down at the puppet in his hand with a noticeable glare seeing movement out of the corner of his eye snapping his head to the side as he finds Arnold sticking his head out of the window right as he sees the bald headed man reach out desperately for the puppet in a sudden move with a flick of his wrist instantly Batman sends Scarface soaring through the air.

" No!"

Instantly turning his attention away from the screaming ventriloquist and back towards the front of the vehicle in a sudden move leaping out Batman grabs a hold of a bar just at the front of the roof before with a twirl he sends his boots clean through the windshield towards the driver shattering the windshield upon impact sending glass flying everywhere unknown that a figure watches the scene closely from the shadows.

A figure that had only been to this city once before. A figure that can't help but watch the scene in front of them with curiosity.

Can't help but watch with a smile coming across her face from every passing second. Seconds that she would be lying if she didn't say she wasn't enjoying herself.

Wasn't enjoying watching the caped crusader in action. Wasn't enjoying watching him take down these corrupted individuals with nothing but ease leaving carnage in its wake.

Carnage in the form of a beaten up badly car with its hood severely bent in from a telephone pole that it had just made contact with while he had made his escape leaving two busted up individuals in the front seat.

Individuals that she could tell were still alive due to their steady breathing. A pity in her book. But everyone has to start somewhere.

Two thugs that can't help their boss as she sees a bald headed man racing off into an old rundown building with a puppet in his arms.

A puppet that makes her eyebrow raise up slightly before she turns her attention towards her charge finding him stalking after the retrating thug inside.

A scene that was too great to pass up causing her to step out of the shadows that she had been using as cover before with a series of flips causing her to land on the ground with ease she slowly makes her way forward to follow after them.

" What should we do Mr Scarface?"

Snapping his eyes down to his arms finding Scarface's unmoving eyes staring up towards him reaching up Arnold wipes his head with the sleeve of his shirt and quickly looks back around seeing no movement coming from the darkness all around him before he turns his sights back towards Scarface.

" Run dummy!"

Hearing the sound of what he swears to be a footstep creaking from a nearby torn up floor board with his eyes only widening without any hesitation Arnold races out of the room into the darkness keeping a tight hold of Mr Scarface unknown that after a couple of seconds Batman appears out of the darkness only to come to a stop just where he had been standing.

A hero that continues to look around looking for even the slightest of movement. Looking around hoping to hear even the slientiest of sounds that would reveal his target's location.

A man that he has been after for a while. Been after for well over a month. A man that has been hard to find.

Especially once he found out the truth. The truth that it wasn't a man that he was after. No he was after an object.

An puppet. After the split personality of another. A personality that was totally different than the retreating man that he is after now.

But he had found him. He had found a lead. A lead that has lead him to this point. The point where he was only just a mere few minutes of putting this man behind bars.

Putting yet another criminal behind bars. An never ending cycle. But a cycle that he would continue to repeat if it meant keeping his city safe.

Keeping the streets safe from people like this. From people only seeking power. From people only seeking to hurt others.

Men and women that he will continue to fight with every breath in his body. Will continue to fight every single night.

Keeping his eyes constantly glancing around turning his head to look towards his left just as he takes a closer look into a pitch dark room instantly Batman snaps his head to look forward when he hears a shriek of terror echoing through the abandoned walls.

A shriek that makes him race forward through the darkness in the direction of its origins before after a mere couple of seconds as he finds Arnold on his knees sobbing instantly Batman comes to a complete stop.

Complete stop with a flicker of confusion coming across his face from what he is seeing directly in front of him.

The sobbing of this man. This man that needed severe help. A man that he watches snap his head up to look forward with watery eyes completely oblivious to his presence.

An sudden action that makes him turn to see what he is looking at only to have his own eyes widen at what he sees.

The puppet. Scarface smashed up against a nearby wall with a knife sticking through the puppet's neck.

A knife that seemed so familiar to him. Seemed too familiar to him. A knife that shines through the darkness as the puppet could be seen noticeably slipping slowly from the wall.

Slipping before almost instantly the last of the threads give in causing the puppet's head to be separated from its body and land down onto the ground with a thud.

" No! Scarface!"

Quickly crawling over reaching out Arnold snatches Scarface's headless body from the ground before he cradles the puppet's body in his arms as he slowly starts to rock back and forth.

" Shhh. It's going to be okay Mr Scarface."

Unable to suppress the look of shock from across his face from seeing the scene before him instantly as he hears the sound of a clang coming from nearby in a sudden motion Batman snaps his body around towards where the sound is coming from only to have his eyes go slightly wide.

A familiar face making her way out of the shadows. A face that he would recognize from anywhere.

Talia al Ghul. the daughter of Raus al Ghul. A woman that he had met briefly once before. A very resourceful woman from what he could remember.

Resourceful from how she carried herself in battle. Carried herself using nothing but her mind and skills that she has learned throughout her young life to defeat her enemies.

A mind that was surrounded by nothing but beauty. If he was being honest with himself the most beautiful woman that he has ever seen.

A woman that now approaches him with a smile across her face. A smile that would be frightening to some just knowing what she is truly capable of.

But him? He didn't feel frightened. In fact he didn't know what to feel. But what he did know was somewhere deep inside he welcomed the feeling.

This weird unknown feeling as he locks eyes with her. Locks eyes watching her come to a stop just a mere few feet away from him.

Eyes that for some odd reason he can't help but stare into. Can't help but get lost into her eyes before as though he was broken out of some kind of spell he watches her break off eye contact to look over his shoulder.

Look over his shoulder towards the sobbing ventriloquist on the ground clutching the remains of Scarface in his arms before slowly she makes her way around him to stand towering over the sobbing criminal.

A sobbing criminal that remains oblivious to her presence as her facial features change drastically as she looks down towards him.

Change almost into nothing but hatred as her hand slowly moves to her side. Moves over towards the end of her sword before her hand comes to a stop as she glances over her shoulder back at Batman seeing him rooted to the spot.

Seeing him watching her like a hawk as though he was judging her. As though he was awaiting to see what she was going to do before reacting himself.

To see what judgement she would pass for this man. This man that has disgusted her with every single new detail that she has learned about this ventriloquist.

Slowly guiding her hand away from the end of her sword looking back down towards the sobbing ventriloquist seeing him starting to stroke the detached head of the puppet in his hands in a sudden move rearing back Talia sends a vicious kick that lands clean against Arnold's head causing him to slump over to the ground with a thud as Scarface's detached head goes soaring through the air into the darkness with a clang.

Turning around as she finds Batman glancing down towards the unconscious Arnold and then back towards her feeling her lips curling upward slowly Talia takes a few steps closer towards him.

" Hello Bruce."