A figure stood atop a gargoyle statue the was part of one of the many buildings, looking out over the city he'd somehow ended up in...Gotham he learned it was called.

He wore a black cowl with his mouth and some of his lower jaw covered with a gas-mask type of mouth-plate devise, the reflective eye covering lenses that were part of the cowl he wore glowed red, giving him a demonic appearance and a pair of pointed ears on top which were made to look more like devil horns, a long cape thrown over his shoulders with jagged edges like that of a bat's wings covered a militaristic gray and black body armor with a red bat on the chest a pair of black boots made of the same material as his suit and black greaves placed over them. Around his waist was an ash gray belt utility belt with the compartments filled with assorted lethal weaponry. Clawed, steel gauntlets covered covered his hands with three curved diamond edged scalloped blades at the sides on his forearms. Physically, the weapons were sharp and deadly, however, they had uses besides as weapons. They were perfect for defending the wrists and forearms, both necessary to use throwing weapons, and making them perfect for cutting through restraints tied around the forearms. They were also very practical for blocking chains or pipes, among other weapons used by common street thugs that served as hired muscle. The cape was made form a steel-like fabric that was stronger than titanium and very flexible. it was durable enough to withstand a direct hit from a rocket launcher, so it was a solid defense when coupled with the cape's length, yet effective as a weapon as well due to the jagged edges having led tips so he could stun who he used it against and could also be used for a glider.

He couldn't remember a thing from before he arrived here except for the vaguest recollection a few skills and techniques that he guessed he apparently knew before...but he knew beyond the shadow of a doubt that this place was a piece of crap.

At first, anyone would gawk to see the city, the towering buildings of stone and steel, the industrial buildings strewn about it casting a fog in places all around, people on the streets either walking by going about their business or heading to work. However, on the flip side it was also quite rough, some of the older buildings were collapsing, people were huddled together for warmth on the streets with fires started in trashcans, unsupervised children playing in the roads, and one could almost swear that you were being watched as you walked down a simple street and passed alleys.

There were, of course. the staggering amount of crazed super criminals with no regard for human life running around coupled with powers that seemed like they belonged in a comic book, a nasty combination right there in and of itself.

And even without the super ones, the normal criminals ran amok since all the members of the police force were incompetent because they were over-dependant on a full-grown man in pajamas run around playing cops and robbers. And that guy...ugh...the man waited around for a crime to happen, showed up, locked them up in prison, the criminals broke free, and returned to their criminal lifestyles...it was nothing but an ouroboros that resulted in graveyards filled with innocent people.

That was the problem...and he was the solution. His method was to focus on the long-term, and he was going to do that by sending the ones who actually deserved it to their graves.

While the Idiot's plan was to wait around for a crime to happen, showed up and beat the crooks senseless, then had them locked them up in prison so the criminals eventually broke free or were released, and then they returned to their criminal lifestyles. His was much simpler and better at getting a point across, his plan, unlike the old fool's one, was to go where a crime was happening and KILL the crooks...simple, easy and adaptable.

He did not plan to fight crime in the city. He planned to influence it. Either the low-lives of this city played by HIS rules from now on...or the worms got new meat to feed off of. If they didn't listen, it was no skin off his nose. Just a few dead scumbags that made their living by ruining the lives of others.

He leapt from the gargoyle he was standing on and folded his arms and legs to his body as he dove headfirst to the street bellow and when he was five feet away from the ground, suddenly twisted his body into a flip in midair and flung his arms out, catching air with his cape and he gently glided down to the ground and landed perfectly on his feet. He turned and entered the abandoned Gotham subway system he was living in/operating out of.

The things he'd used to make a base of this place was pretty basic: a desk with a computer and a police scanner on it, a swivel chair, a collapsible table, a microwave oven, a mini-fridge, and a couch with a pillow and blanket on it for him to sleep on.

Then there was the equipment he was going to use in his job of exterminating the criminal elements of the city's population: there were nearly hundreds of of weapons lining the walls of the abandoned subway system he'd taken to calling his home base as well as wracks and shelves that he'd "borrowed" from closed-down stores in Gotham.

The list of weaponry consisted of, to name a few of what he was using to arm himself with, G36s, usp.45s, MP5s, M4A1 grenadiers, W1200s, RPGs, AK-47s, Uzis, sub-machine guns, XM16E1s, M63s, shotguns, sniper rifles, anti-personnel fragmentation grenades, white, phosphorus grenades, Claymores, proximity mines, bazookas, SMGs, PDWs, nerve gas, spear guns, shuriken, throwing knives, flame throwers, miniguns, grenade launchers, revolvers, magnums, FGM-184 Javelins, and other lethal weapons.

There were also a few non-lethal tools as part of his equipment cash like tassers, stun grenades, smoke grenades, tranquilizers, chaff grenades, night-vision goggles, thermal goggles, scope binoculars, anti-personnel sensors, directional microphones, audio bugs, tracers, glass cutters, skeleton keys, and zip-line grappling hooks.

Basically, he was ready, willing, and able to go to war.

The dealers, the pimps, the murderers, pickpockets, arsonists, and rapists...none would receive pity from him. As far as he was concerned, they did not deserve him going out of his way to treat them gently.

In all honesty, he felt the guy who usually dealt with those guys was too soft...either that or actually thrived off feeding a hero complex. He didn't care for crime infesting the streets, random psychotic villains attacking the city just to destroy it, super criminals attacking anyone who gets in their way, violence and death everywhere...he was too short-sighted, too into coddling the criminal element to give a damn about the fates of good people. Otherwise the outdated wad of guano wouldn't be ignoring what the crooks have done in the past, blindly, stupid, disregarding the entire graveyards that have been filled, the thousands of who suffered, the friends that were crippled...and yet he did. Why? Just because of this need to rescue the twit had! And if that wasn't it then point out how it was wrong since it sure damn seemed that way! Seriously, when would the man wake up? Surely a few homicidal madmen were expendable compared to all the lives that could be saved by deposing of them? Why go with the temporary solution that cost others their lives when it'd be so much safer to remove the problem entirely? How many innocent people had to pay with their lives to force the man to wake up and put the ones who endangered the city in coffins?

Time he got started.

In an underground cave full of bats and beneath a manor, a man sat at a super computer and stippled his fingers before resting his chin on them. His instincts were telling him that something felt wrong...very wrong. Like the feeling one gets waiting on the day before war...a quiet dread.

The man was dressed in a black cowl that left only his mouth and some of his lower jaw visible with white reflective eye coverings and a pair of pointed ears on top. As for the rest of his body, a pair of black forearm length gloves were over his forearms with padding over his knuckles and the backs of his fists claws at his fingertips made from a strange material, with forearm protectors over them that had three curved blades at the sides, a grey bodysuit with a black bat on the chest and several padded armored sections that were thin yet flexible, a dark gold colored utility belt around his waist, a pair of black boots made of the same material as his gloves and suit and black greaves placed over them, a long cape thrown over his shoulders with jagged edges like a bat's wings cloaked his body completely, hiding all but the cowl from view.

He frowned and rolled his chair back and looked up at the ceiling of the cave, that was when he spotted a bat that had never been there before.

A Vampyrum Spectrum.

The bat was known for being cannibalistic, and it swooped down and snagged a black bat in midair and forced it to the ground on one of the Bat cave's upper levels then began to chomp on the black bat, eating it alive.

Suddenly another bat that wasn't normally in the bat cave, a silverwing, flew up and grabbed the Vampyrum Spectrum's ears and attempted to pull it off the other bat. causing a three-way bat fight and the three bats tumbled to the ground level and fell, their wings in tatters from their battle, and as soon as they struck the ground, their bones shattered from the impact, killing all three bats instantly.

The man frowned, while he didn't believe in omens, he suddenly felt uneasy having witnessed that, and where had the Vampyrum and Silverwing come from?

Near the city outskirts, at least two miles from the infamous Arkham Asylum, a figure looked out the window of the place they were staying at.

She was a teenage girl that was a full fifteen years of age. Her waist-length hair was a vibrant pink with one strange cowlick in the middle of her head, while her eyes were a bright emerald green and her lips were a full blood red and her skin was pale like that of alabaster but held warmth underneath. She wore a long-sleeved green school uniform jacket, a brown skirt, navy blue knee-length socks, black school loafers and a plain white shirt that was open slightly at the top, revealing a small amount of cleavage. A thick black collar was around her neck that had a small two-link chain attached to the front of it, attached to the end of the chain was a sliver rosary adorned with a single polished red gemstone in its center of it.

She sighed, where WAS he? She'd tracked him to this place, then his trail went cold.

As she gazed out the window, her thoughts turned to her reason for being here in this city...thinking of HIM. She wasn't surprised that he'd gotten into this mess so much as it was taking so long to find him. She felt glad she was fluently bilingual with English as her second language, otherwise this would be much harder seeing as she wouldn't be able to understand anything. She cracked open a can of tomato juice and sipped it to calm her nerves.

There was something about this place...it was like there was a shadow hanging over the whole city and there was something that felt like evil itself had taken up residence here.

Still...maybe that feeling was more due to the fact that she was staying in an apartment near the city's institute for the criminally insane. The sooner she finished her business in this place the better.

"Where are you my love?" she whispered, then closed her eyes and said a small prayer in her heart.