...Bear with me if nothings perfectly in line with the movie...
"He never said..." I lied, hiding my misery beneath a weak smile.
"You're sure? You read it thoroughly, didn't miss any details." Lt Gordon placed his hands and on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.
"Believe me, Uncle Gordon, I read it plenty of times enough to catch something like that." I looked down, down at my feet, the only thing that wouldn't let my guilt dig deep in my mind.
"I should really take evidence like that to the office, but for my neice's privacy." He nodded at me without finishing his sentence.
I shrugged his hands off of me and turned away, walking in the opposite direction of the shattered glass where a superhero's abandoned signal stood. There was a time, no more than 24 hours, when the large projector showed off a call of duty, a call of help. But nothing ever stays positive in a city like Gothum, alot of the time even the negative things were switched into positive ideas. It's just what happens when you mix so many different kinds in a small enough area...All the politics and mobs, villains and heros, families and loners, they make a violent reaction when you mix em up like this. It's like taking all the creatures in the zoo and locking them in one tight cage...Soon it becomes a nightmare, with food chains and different reactions...That's the way HE explained it in the letter...I dare not say or write his name ever again, not in context to the present. HE was a clever, clever, master-mind...without a plan...He wrote that in the note too...I can't get too far ahead of myself though, I won't spoil the twisted ending for you...So let's start at the beginning, if you will, way back when...
. . .A little over two weeks ago there started a series of continuous, major bank robberies. It was mainly all mob money, and it was all mainly one person, let's not settle so vaguely on the subject, it was mainly all one big doing of a complete freak. There that's a tad bit closer to the situation. Unfortunately, the town superhero wasn't around to prevent the beginning of this catastrophe in the making...That's where things started to creep down the hill a bit. That's where a lot of people started to lose hope...Low and behold, the creator of all of these robberies, was after one thing after revealing himself on national television. That one thing was THE BATMAN...The Dark Knight...That's about the day my terrifying, romantic, and tragic experience started...
I can still taste the vitamin d milk and strange after-taste that my fruit loop had left in my mouth that morning. It was just me and my family sitting at the breakfast table, watching the news, while my Uncle Gordon left to work. You see, by my family, I mean, my Aunt, my Uncle Gordon, and my two little precious cousins, they were all I had since my parents died when I was really young. So, imagine the happiness and the morning school rush going on, right along with a strange video coming on the screen after a discussion of the bank robberies. It was the first time the new villian had appeared on the news, or at least just the first appearance letting everyone know that he was out for our hero. So imagine the strange silence that came over every family household, every business building and basically every place with a tv. It was one incredibly rediculous and unsuccessful impersonator of batman and he was trembling, hardly able to breath because of the man holding the video camera. I can't recall the exact words of the conversation but I remember it included a rough, mocking voice in the background, taunting the overweight victim about his insanity of ever attempting to act like 'Batman'. My aunt and I exchanged looks after the man holding the camera appeared on screen. Dark, large circles covered his eyes, making the white of his eyes stand out , the rest of his face was covered in sheet white makeup, all except for his mouth, his mouth was blended in by a large crescent shaped body of red paint, stretching all the way to the center of his cheeks. I can't even remember anything what he said, I just remember something peculiar about his voice and at the end, his haunting laughter left us shocked and speachless as I clicked the off button.
"One dead soul for every day that Batman refuses to reveal his identity..." My aunt repeated quietly, in shock.
I sighed and got up to finish getting ready for work...The whole city was aware from that day on...Aware that any single soul could be swiped away by this skitzophrytic criminal, on the loose..Some thought he was just a stupid joke, just a scare that would make the media some money, others believed he was real...they trembled if they heard his name...It was nothing special, quite clear actually, just right for him...Just right for someone like him...Like The Joker...