Gotham City, taken from one of the many nicknames of New York. Located in New Jersey, span nearly more than 300 square miles, or around 800 kilometres square in non retard unit. How does he knew all of this? No not geography book, or trivia games, no that just impossible, why?

Because Gotham doesn't exist back where he came from

Gotham however exist in the books he read

Comic books, granted. But still . . .

Appeared first at Batman volume 4, sometimes in the 90s, home to the infamous Batman. The Detective, Founder of the Justice League, The Dark Knight, and most of all

A fictional character

So here he is, alone, nameless, in a fictional world of superheroes, without the super. It's been a week since the Limbo, with little to no improvement in sight. 'Wonder if this is an all batman world or the entire DC universe?'

His first days doesn't come easy. Like all model citizens, he first goes to the police, explaining his current predicament. He told him all about how he's not from around here, how he's from another Earth all-together, they tried to send him to Arkham. He tried to get a loan on the bank, thinking about a fresh start. But he got zero identification on him, not even a valid social security number. He tried to ask a stranger for some money, the kind looking receptionist lady from the previous bank. She though he tried to mug her, start panicking and spray him with pepper, he screams for hours. 'Can't blame her though, this is Gotham'.

"John, you wake?" came an old voice from the other side of the trash bin.

This is his life now, a homeless 20 year old young male, living in one of the alleys of the most crime infested city in the history of Fictional world, second to Detroit.

"Yeah, I'm awake" He answered, eyes still closed. They called him John, by they He means the rest of his newest friends, Gotham Hobos. He remembered the first time he entered the alley with nothing but his ragged clothes, five dollar bill he found earlier, a pepper spray from the bank lady, and an insatiable need to kick death in the $$,

'another John Doe, Lost in the alleys of Gotham' they said, followed by cranky laugher, and an invitation to join the bonfire. The name stick stick since then. "What is it Joe?"

"You heard that?". John prep his ears. For a moment, silence, then a commotion, loud one. A symphony of grunts, plea, screams and punches.

"Penguins men" Said his veteran colleague. His voice doesn't gave away a signs of panic or scared, more like 'it's just another Tuesday Night' for him. John, a newcomer, doesn't share his lack of nervousness. "What do they want?"

"What they always do, recruitin', every week they did". Joe nudge his cardboard bed and pillow, trying to find more comfort despite the brawl literally next block. "They don't play nice though, first they make you an offer, good one mind you! Then if you said no, they to coerce you in. It's probably for some quick job where you get to play the sacrificial pawn. No not me though, they came for new muscles, young blood"

"Like me."

"Yes, you". The brawling sounds stop, quiet follow for a moment, and then footsteps, closer. "Better ditch it kid, there's a good spot at the west side far from the penguin turf"

"Yeah, near two face turfs" John read it somewhere in a batman enclycopedia. Bottom line is, no one in Gotham is safe, even with the amount of Batman's group in the city. Might as well appreciate every minute of sleep. He need to returns to his dreams, he was about to kick the grim reapers in the $$

John had a quick 5 minutes shut eye before they kick him in the gut

"Wakey-wakey!"

Life have a funny way to tell you how much it hate you, one time he was sleeping in one of the alleys in shithole of a city called Gotham, his life were a cardboard bed, and a bedtime stories in a warmth of trash can Bonfire to repel the cold Night. Next thing he knew he was holding an AK-74 and a bowler hat, in a warehouse somewhere near the docks. Still in the shithole of a city called Gotham

'Why there's people still lives here' he murmured, his hands still adjusting to the weight of the gun. This is not the first time he handled the infamous rifle, he once visited a firearms festival back in his town, the AK-74 were the stars of the exhibition, make famous for their persistance apparent in Movies and Video games, and known for their simplicity and easy to use attribute in real life. There he learns how it works, how to use it, and how much it cost all in a span of five minutes. ''Murica, land of the free indeed'.

He was posted at the south west corner of the warehouse, along with a so called veteran grunts called Maurice, there's something about an old, buffed and bully looking, grumpy 42 year old dude, called Maurice tickles him. Two times in and out of Blackgate penitentiary, he loves to boast how he already worked for every major players in the city; Riddler, Two Face, hell even the Joker. That last one earned him a scar to his cheek.

"Soo this is how it goes kid, always" Whisper Maurice in teaching tone, and by teaching tone John means listen carefully or I break your neck kinda tone. He's been awfully nice to John for a no reason. "It's a traditional trade out, ya see. Usually it goes to three outcomes. First, the ideal deal. They came in, the deal is made and everyone goes on their merry way. Two; They came in, deal goes south, bang bang bang, they died"

"Or we died." Said John with skepticism

"No no, Johny boy. You won't got far with that attitude, now shut it here comes the buyer." Maurice gave a hard pat (that felt like a slap) to John on the back, a little bit of comfort. As much as John would like something exciting happens in his previous life, he never expect it would take form in a gun trafficking deals.

'How do I get here again? Oh right, they force me'

Not long after, the warehouse gate open, bringing in two white van, complete with fake plates (his obsessions with car gave him acquaintance with shady trader in his previous life). The suspicious looks of the car are too obvious. 'Plain white. Really? Might as well paint big black letter spelled Bad guy driving.'. The door close behind them, and yet the chill of Night still creep and found its way to John skin.

John get a clear view from the corner of the warehouse, Penguin recruit fifteen guards then lead by a guy simply known by his rank, Lieutenant. Them against whatever inside the suspicious looking Vans. In the middle was a table, a briefcase and Penguin's lieutenant; A well build old dude with Ripped Black Vest and combat pants, a blue Anchor tattoo on his left arm. He would be one hell of a scary guy if it weren't for the bowler hat

'Stupid uniform codes'. As the Van came to a halt, eight men stepped out, all geared highly tactical and equally expensive armament sets, followed by a thin blonde man in a gray business suits and a very punchable face. 'Guess that's the boss'

The Blondie businessman, still grinning like an idiot, about to haggle it out against a Big old dude in a bowler hat. 'Something tells me I would enjoy this.'

"Good Evening gentlemen". He shout. "My apologies for the sudden request. But I would like to skip the pleasantries and jump right to business at hand, my employer need the . . . goods as quickly as possible, a sudden advance in the . . . agenda if you may"

Penguin Lieutenant answer with a smirk. John didn't need a telepathic power to know he's already pissed by this Blondie cockiness. 'He's probably thinking about dozens of ways to pulverize his face, I know I did'. Sadly the Confident bastard brought a group of Navy Seals with him, all seems highly trained professional, unlike John colleagues, a random band of thugs. "Of course, straight to business" He answered. "But First, the money"

The businessman, Characterized by his excessive self-esteem and stuck up in the $$ attitude, respectfully denied the Lieutenant advance. "No no no, My good sir I'm afraid I can't let you do that". He walked right to the table, and in a demanding voice. "We want to see the Goods first, Then we talk about money". Penguin Lieutenant didn't take the veiled threats kindly, he place one of his hands behind, throwing signs with his fingers. John remembers he told the new recruits before. 'Thumb and Index Finger extended, lock'n load, prepare to shoot'

John check his gun and his spare magazines, he already done it before but no harm in making sure, he saw Maurice do the same. Sadly, he looked at the Navy Seals group Blondie brought with him, They do the same. 'My first gunfight, and it against professionals, why the fuck not'. Yet when everyone else expect bullets flying, the Lieutenant make a final advance for a peaceful deal.

"Look sir, I'm sure your was a busy man, but even you should know. You're dealin' with the Penguin, and the Penguin never betrayed a favourable deal, makes for bad reputation, and bad reputation means bad business". The Lieutenant speech caught his adversary tongue. John like the way the Lieutenant put his speech, his polite British flair combined with his intimidating brutish looks doesn't really match, like Gary Oldman in The Dark Knight Rises, only he's this time he's playing Bane. He was right though, if anything else, Penguin's a businessman first, followed closely by megalomaniac.

"Fine!" Blondie reluctantly agreed, with a snap of his fingers, two of the Delta Force behind him brought two briefcase. One was put on the table, Mr. Blondie opens the case, and show the Franklins to Penguins Lieutenant. "There, now the goods please."

After counting the money by himself, and convinced the rest were on the other briefcase, he brought up a case of is own, Only this time, it wasn't money. "First, Avira15 assault rifle, Switzerland experimental weapon, 11.5 inch, compensased with ion bonded bolt carrier, easily customizable, though mods come separately. hehe." His joke doesn't amuse anyone. John finally had a glance for the goods. 'Weapons, should have figured'

"Next we have the main event!" apparently the experimental assault rifle was a side dish. And the main dish was . . . 'a gauntlet?'. The Lieutenant pulled an black robust looking gauntlet, seemingly fit his hand like it was custom made. "Kevlar Bioweaved, titanium dipped, reinforced joints, and energy conductive Goliath Gauntlet, straight stolen from Waynetech department. Heavily modifiable but comes only in black. This sucker could stop a bullet anything below 308, non armor piercing of course. The one I got here was an alpha prototype, come with its own non-lethal shock gloves. This baby will make your deadly Assassin Legion ten times more dangerous than they already have."

'Assassin Legion? You mean Legions of Assassins!? We're dealing with Ra's Al Ghul boys?!' John mind are so deep in though they miss the sealing Handshake, it took a moment for him finally notice the Navy Seals didn't just armed to the teeth with firearms, they had Swords on their back. When the situation are less tende now that the feal is sealed. Maurice approach John, now seemingly more relaxed, visible clueless from the fact that the nearly would-be adversary was a World class Assassins. "Aww too bad that came out good, kinda expectin' another bust. Missed a good fire fight, bet you're lookin forward to that too as well"

"Yeah, too bad we survive. I almost certain we all be minced meat by now" John sarcasm answered by Maurice cynical laughter.

"Now where's the rest of the goods"

"In the a bay at the other side of the city five minutes tops, Can't be too careful. He he"

"Haha, funny. However, I must make haste, apparently my master has given me a new order."

"Relax mister. This is Gotham, no ones brave enough to mess with the criminals, no one except those bat freaks"

"And you sure those. Bat Freaks won't show up. I have heard quite a rumours about him, how he's invincible"

"Look sir, with all due respects, this isn't my first Rodeo, Batman had been hunting Penguin's gun trafficking business for years, and guess what? He's still the number one illegal gun providers in the East Coast! We had experience with the Bats. We had reassurance"

"Does the five snipers outside the warehouse was the reassurance?"

"You bet your ass it di- what? who- who said that?"

Lieutenant screams can be heard throughout the harbor, he flew right up, straight to the dark ceiling, Swallowed by the darkness. Vanished along with the light that follows

Once again, John found himself in the dark

Only this time, he wasn't floating. He have his feets now, along with an Assault Rifle, and a bowler hat. Actually he thrown away the bowler hat awhile ago. The darkness doesn't scare him, it wasn't before, it won't start now. 'Relax alright, it just the light, they'll restart the power soon, relax.', John thought to calm himself, it's not working. His eyes prowl the darkness, back to back with his current bff's, Maurice.

"John, remembered when I said there's only three outcomes to a deal?"

John held his gun tightly, making it less as a reassurance of a gun and more as consolation of a hugging pillow. "Yeah, you only said two, what's the third"

"Isn't it obvious? The third one is-" The light came back on, too quick for eye to adjust. All but the Navy Seals cover their eyes. "Bats fuck us all"

It all happens too fast, the Bat- no, Bats came down, some through the window. The bad guys are the one with guns, but bullets are useless when it didn't hit, the sounds now a sick mix of flashbang, random gunfire, screams and broken bones. John goes straight to a cover, running from the carnage that is the current circumstances all around him. He should've been scared, any one of those screams could've been him. He's a bad guy, he should have been filled with dreads, fear of jail and medical insurance. But it doesn't, all those negative dread goes away when he peek from his cover. The first thing his eyes sees were not the broken bones of his colleagues or the chaos cause by Batman, all of those happens of course but just not in John eyes.

No, he sees superheroes, real frickin SUPERHERO!

He sees Batman! 'The real Muthapackin Batman!'. Kickin Ass all around. A comic book character! THE COMIC BOOK CHARACTER, right in front of him, and he's not alone

'Oh good, he's real, they're real too!'. Not that he doubt it, he got himself in Gotham, and somehow stuck working for the Penguin without even seeing the dwarf dolphin. But seeing the one of the main character for the first time makes him . . . speechless.

He sees four more figure fighting alongside Batman, all had their own share of area in the Warehouse to clear, by now eight men down. John was not a die-hard Batman comics fans, hell, he's not a DC guy himself. But Batman are so freaking phenomenal in his world, John at least knew all of his sidekick.

First, Dick Grayson. Nightwing, 'THE GODDAMN NIGHTWING!'. John nerd brain's screamed. First of the Robin, founder of the titans (John loves the show too), and Batman greatest protégé. Now his own independent hero and more active in Bludhaven, but the first son never stray far from his father. A criminally handsome man with a background in Circus, his athletic abilities were notorious in comic book superhero, fans even compare him to Spiderman.

Second, Tim Drake, the third robin. Current alias is Red Robin. He came from... somewhere. John didn't knew much of the kid, he do know he's the smartest of the bunch. He's quite young, maybe a bit more younger than John. His weapon of choice. A staff, 'What a bland weapon.'. He though.

Next he sees the spoiler, at first glance John thought he had seen the infamous Batgirl, but the purple hooded costume, along with a glimpse of her a strand blonde hair, gave her out. 'Spoiler, Real name Sophie Brown, or is it Sophia? Doesn't really care. Daughter of another Batman Roster Villain named Cluemaster, a local highschool student and Red Robin girlfriend, that's about it'

And last of bats crew are another girl, Black bat. 'Cassandra Cain, code name; Black Bat. Daughter of Lady Shiva and David Cain, trained since she was just a child by her father, terrible childhood. Last addition to batman's family. The most dangerous of the bunch'. He apparently he expect to see the rest of Batman's Robin, but since John play the bad guy here, he doesn't really fond of the idea meeting those two.

And then there was John, a penguin goon. His first superhero experience and he's at the wrong side of it. The realization came late, by now only half of the baddies (John included) remains, only Himself, Maurice, and five of the Navy Seals, two of those wield only the sword.

"John! Get the prototype!" Shout Maurice, right before Black bat get the jump on him. There's something about a teenage asian girls beating a big bad thug seems hilarious.

John, still hiding behind a cover, hugging his gun like it's his long lost lover. 'Fuck it'. Braving himself, he stood out of cover, Nightwing greeted him.

"Looking for something?". Said the forner Robin, a smug on his faces. Now that he sees him up close, why every girl in DC universe want a piece of him. John already hate him because of that.

"Yeah, my common sense". John didn't knew if it was the reflex or his stupid brain, but he pulled the trigger didn't even bother to aim in a point blank. 'Did I just try and shot a hero?!'

Nightwing however easily dodge the bullets, avoiding the barrel alltogether. He followed up by launching a high sweep kick, John thirty minutes free tae kwon do training paid off when he dodge to the back, but the kick threw his AK six feet away.

"Look pal, it's obvious that you're a new guy, why don't you gave up and we'll make sure you only get two years"

"No thanks, I preferred back to being homeless". Nightwing lunge at him, pulling John's left arm. Just before the hideous looking robin got him into a submission move, John got a few trick on his sleeve. He pulled the pepper spray when Nightwing caught his left hand, and spray it right into Batman first son in the eye. 'Thank you useless bank lady'

"PEPPER SPRAY, REALLY?!"

"Hey, I'mma bad guy pal, sorry"

As Nightwing screams in agony. (Like John did before in the alley near the bank). John lunge forward into the Briefcase, try his best to ignore everyone else. By now, most of the League Assassins are down. Two briefcase are on the table; one contains the prototype gauntlet, and one had the money. 'If I come back with the Gauntlet, Penguin would shot me in the head and feed me to his sharks for failure, If bring the money back, he still shot me in the head and feed me to his sharks for loosing the goods, Fuck me'. John take the third options, Two briefcases would slow him down, so he grab the gauntlet, wear the damn thing and run away with one of the money case.

By the time he reach the back door, the last of the assassin are unconscious.

'Running through the streets are suicide, the sewers sounds good, but I have no idea where it would lead, probably to Kller Croc mouth!'. He just saw batman, a 9ft humanoid crocodile doesn't seems to fictional to John anymore. He decide make a ran for the pier, a seemingly desperate moves.

Knowing the bats are on his tails, John perils came to climax when he reach the end of the pier; no boats in sight, not even a dinghy. 'I'm dead'.

"Stand. Down!" Shout a young girl from behind, he turn and find Blackbat; the shortest yet the most dangerous of Batman group. "Nowhere to go. Gave. Up!". She almost seems scary, but then again the flashback of her beating Maurice to a pulp gave John cold feet. "Now!"

He knew Cassandra had trouble speaking, but hearing it for real, it seems kind of funny. "Look Kid, I'm not the bad guy here"

"Drop. the case!" She step forward, somewhat menacing.

"I'm innocent alright! but if you get me to prison, I'll turn bad for good!" She didn't even seems to notice her plea. 'Ah fuck it, plan B'.

At the last moment, right after she lunged at him. John shout out lies. "Your mother, Shiva sent me!"

It caught her off guard, she might wear a mask but John could almost see the surprise in her eyes. He just take advantages of a young girl hearts for family love. 'I just lied to a little girl, I really am bad guy now'.

The minor distraction work, she caught the little girl by the neck. "Sorry kid". He activate the shock mechanism on the gauntlet, she screams loud enough it shatter John conscience. 'I just shock therapy a young girl, I'm a terrible person. But she's a trained deadly assassin before going with batman' He justify himself

He throw her back, caught by her friend, Spoiler. "You monsters!" She shouted. Behind her are the rest of the bat

Batman is glaring at him. 'I'm soo dead, *gulp*'

"Give up and You might get away with some of your bones intact". Said the member of the Justice League. Parts of John knew he throw threat just to intimidate him, plenty of batman video games told him that, but the other part of John KNEW it was not an idle threat, video games told him that too.

"I'm not afraid of death. In fact that Bonny bastard should be afraid of me!" Batman didn't have time for meaningless bicker. He ran towards him, but stopped when he heard a click sound followed by a rocket propeller coming from the bay. John smirked. 'about time!'

The Lieutenant said it earlier, the rest of the goods came with speedboat. The said speedboat just fire an rpg, broken the pier in two and separate him and the Bat. He could almost hear the Batman growls.

"You'll be seeing a lot of me pall". 'not a bad villain quote, right?'

The speedboats pick him up, and drove him far away from the harbor, leaving the destroyed pier behind.

'My first crime, followed by a meeting batman, Not a bad day if I may say so myself'

It was the first time he meet the Penguin face to face, the grotesque bird lover immediately congratulate him, parade him to his goons. They cheer when he shout his name, then The Penguin himself promote him into his new Lieutenant, a wild party commence in Penguins lair that night.

The following day, the Bat and GCPD bust in, following the tracker Nightwing placed on John the night before. They captured the Penguin, and most if his hangover crew. Batman look for the tracker and found it under the Penguin's desk, along with a piece of paper

'Please piss off'

-John Doe

Cobblepot was arrested in his secret hideout, along with the documents, weapon stockpile, and ledgers that makes for an impossible objective for his lawyer. Of course, he goes straight to Blackgate, but like every other crime crime in Gotham, his business won't pause.

John, the new hero in Penguin's crew, naturally got chosen by the scattered group to lead, against his better judgement, he accept. Of course The Penguin still the master behind the bars, but John became the leader in the field.

John Doe moved up on the world, just not in the right way