Nothing is what I own.
I watched my city.
I was its protector.
It's guard dog.
I was its Black Knight.
An unknown power surge happened over Gotham a few minutes ago. Four objects had then fallen out over the city.
I was at the landing site of the largest object.
It had landed in the middle of a large deflating bounce house.
I'm hoping that what ever had fallen had been kept in one piece so that I could study it. I walked past the yellow tap that the police had set up. No one had gone near what ever had fallen. I walked forward as the police kept the crowd back. I reached down and pulled away the brightly colored plastic.
A kid.
It was a kid.
I didn't reach for him admittedly; he could be an agent of the Joker.
He started to grumble.
". . .gaz . . .Gaz. . .. .GAZ .. .ZIIIMMMM!!!!"
With the last word he sprung up. He spun around staring at his surroundings with a confused face. Then a look of enlightenment went over his face.
"I'm alive? I LIVED? I LLLLIIIVVVEEDDD!"
He then saw me. "Who are you? And why are you wearing a mask?"
He reached up with a speed that I had not expected and took my mask off.
"Amazing technology, and in such a small thing. Must have cost millions," he tapped my armor as I tried to get a handle on him," wow even your cloths are armored. What do you do? Are you a superhero?"