Wasteland

Martina "Marty" Ames, looked at the cold, decaying, street of Gotham, and couldn't help but think. Welcome to Gotham! The worlds greatest, crime-infested, polluted, shit hole! Once you visit, the only way you'll leave is in a body bag! She shook her head at the sad fact. After all, he parents owned a sleazy motel, she'd seen enough dead bodies of people who were "just visiting." Some of them saw something they weren't supposed too, knew too much, or just got in way over their heads. Being born here Marty knew a few rules, one: you didn't see anything, two: you didn't hear anything, and three: lie, and be good at it.

It wasn't all bad though, she had to admit, their was some pretty cool about this place. They did have one of the best school programs in the country, they churned out lots of politicians, doctors, and law enforcement. Admittedly, a lot of them ended corrupt politicians, doctors, and law enforcement. The funny thing about this city though is that it never gave up hope. There were still people who believed things could change but Marty wasn't one of those people.

She continued walking towards her apartment building. All she wanted was to collapse onto her bed, and dream of someplace nicer, like a tropical island. She was turning the corner onto the street she lived when someone slurred out . . .

"Hey, you . . pretty girl . . . you got any cash?" Marty turned around to see a rather large man with long greasy hair, and dull eyes standing not even ten feet from her, and getting closer, and closer.

"No, sorry." she said briskly and then turned quickly ready to walk away. It was too late for her though, he was already grabbing at her arm.

"What about that pretty necklace of yours?" he asked, referring to the one her boyfriend Jason had bought her for her birthday. Marty tried to yank her arm but he held tight. He then knocked her down, flinging her backwards by her the wrist. She hit the pavement, landing on her backside so hard it knocked the wind out of her. She looked up and saw the mugger had know drawn a gun. She knew better than to try and run, no matter how fast you were, a bullet was faster.

"Here." she said, reaching around to unclasp her necklace. Just as she was about to hand it to him, the necklace was hit by a small silver blur. It ripped her jewelry from her hand and pinned it the light pole next to her. She whipped her head around and saw that the mysterious object that had her necklace pinned, was in the shape of a bat.

"No way." she whispered in shock. Her attacker, began to run down the street away from her as fast as he could. Immediately her head looked to sky above, searching for a masked figure in black. She saw nothing but knew that didn't mean he wasn't close by.

"THANK YOU!" she called into the air. She got no reply back but that was okay . . . She had already been given something . . . She had been given hope. Wait a minute, how am I supposed to get my necklace out by myself!? she thought