A Night of Mischief
"Master Bruce, do be careful." These words were spoken to me by Alfred every night. Before I entered a world where crime was the only thing keeping Gotham from greatness. But I the Dark Knight would change that. I entered Gotham in the Batmobile like every night. The police were transmitting something big over the radio. But I already knew who committed the robbery they were talking about. Joker. I knew this because when I got to the crime scene the patrol cars had Joker faces spray painted on the front. His same old demonic smile made the logo that much more recognizable. I scanned the area for forensics. Nothing. He had cleaned up good this time. The Joker realized I would have scanned out a forensic trail and traced it back to him. I climbed the building to search for clues. I found a trace of DNA. It seemed to me that he dropped the screw driver he used to pic the lock on his foot. I found a blood trail. It ran to the sewers. I put my ear to the manhole cover and listened. Joker thugs. They were discussing pie flavors. One man mentioned a toxic flavored pie. Strange. I decided they were not of good use. I fought them to the floor and continued down into the muddy sewer hall. After about 5 minutes of walking I came to a large corridor filled with thugs. There must have been at least 20 of them. This was going to take a while. - TO BE CONTINUED!