-Gotham City-

Bank

It's an average day in Gotham as civilians withdraw money, only for several men to walk in, their faces covered in ski masks and guns in their hands. "Everybody! This is a robbery!" One of the men says, firing his shotgun upwards, spreading panic into the innocent bystanders as they huddle up against the walls of the bank. "We are here for all the money in this place! Every dollar!"

As the masked men collect the money into numerous duffel bags, a large man, standing at seven feet tall and wearing a dark blue suit, a black tie, and a white shirt, as well as a dark blue fedora hat, walks into the bank as if nothing is happening and approaches the front desk. "Hey. I'd like to open an account." He calmly says to the woman at the desk, who is shaken up by the gun-toting men to say the least. One of the men sees the large being and walks up to him from behind.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing?" The thug asks.

"Trying to open an account. Wait your turn." The large man says impatiently.

"Yeah? Well, this is a robbery, so make like everyone else, and get down on the floor! Now!" The thug says as he points his rifle at the large being, but he doesn't even flinch. Deciding that he's had enough, he tries to pull the large man down to the ground, but he can't; it was as if the large man was weighed down by an anvil.

"I told you to wait..." The large being says almost in disappointment as he effortlessly punches the goon through a window, knocking him out cold. The other goons focus on the large figure, pointing their rifles and shotguns at him, getting a chuckle from their target. "Okay, you amateurs. Listen up. I just punched your friend through a window as if he was a bag of feathers. Unless you tools want to suffer the same fate...I suggest you drop the bags of cash...and skedaddle." He says as he cracks his large knuckles and smirks. He was not messing around. The goons wisely put the bags of money down and ran like hell, receiving light laughter of amusement from the large brute of a man. "Works every time..."

"That was incredible!" The woman at the desk says, smiling at her rescuer. "How did you...?"

"Let's just say I know how to intimidate people, doll." The man says with a wink.

The woman chuckles. "How can we thank you?"

"Well..." He says, resting his large hands on the desk. "You could start an account for me."

"Oh! Heh. Absolutely. I just need a name, and that'll get you started." The woman says as she types on a keyboard.

"Fixit. Joe Fixit." He says.

"Joe...Fixit." The woman says as she types his name in. "Splendid. Your account will start you up with $10,000. That should be enough for you to get started. Are you new to Gotham?"

Joe nods. "That obvious, huh?"

She nods back. "I think I'd remember someone as...eye catching as you."

He chuckles as he collects his money. "Thanks, doll-face. See you around." He says as he walks out.

"Bye, Joe." The clerk says.

-Later-

Outside the Bank

As officers from the GCPD escort the traumatized civilians out of the bank, a newswoman begins her daily broadcast.

"Fellow Gothamites are shaken to their core as Gotham's First Bank was held up by armed thugs that were demanding cash. However, it seems Gotham has a guardian angel watching over it and its inhabitants, as a large, imposing man in a dark grey suit and a fedora hat singlehandedly took down one of the thugs with minimal effort, scaring the other perpetrators into abandoning the money they were trying to steal, and they quickly fled the scene of the crime. While his name is known by one of the clerks at the bank as Joe Fixit, the people of Gotham have given him the moniker of 'The Grey Man'. Who is this mysterious, powerful figure, and can our fellow officers in the Gotham City Police Department count on him to foil the plots of future criminals?"

-GCPD Building-

Rookie cop Jim Gordon watches the news broadcast from an old TV at his desk alongside his new partner Harvey Bullock. While Jim is intrigued by Joe Fixit's actions, Harvey rolls his eyes. "Great. A vigilante." Harvey groans. "And he's already got a flashy nickname...like he's some kind of pro wrestler."

"Gotta give this Joe character some credit. He stopped those crooks with no problem." Jim says. "Almost as if he was born to do it."

"Pffft. 'The Grey Man'. Sounds like a slasher movie villain." Harvey says mockingly. "Plus, one guy taking out several idiots armed with shotguns and high-powered rifles with nothing but his bare hands? Not buying it. Not for a second. That big guy would've been worm food...if those idiots pulled the trigger."

"Then why didn't they pull the trigger?" Jim jokes, getting no remark from Harvey. "I don't know, Harvey. That reporter seems pretty sure about this guy. We should give him the benefit of the doubt and trust him."

"Jim, come on. This is nuts, even for a place like Gotham." Bullock says with skepticism.

"Maybe..." Jim says softly.