My name is Karen and I am 30-years old. I live with a husband and 3 kids. Why any parent would want to live in Gotham is beyond me but I don't have enough money to move. I try to provide the best care for my kids under my circumstances.
One day, I am walking home from work, when a hand comes over my mouth and grabs me. I get pulled into an alley. I try to scream for help. I look at the guy. He was wearing raggedy clothes. He didn't carry any weapons with him.
"Please be quiet!" The guy yells.
"Here, take my money!" I say.
I try to hand him my money but he doesn't accept it.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Don't you want my money?" I ask, scared and confused.
He looks at me with a sinister smile in his eye.
"No. I want you!" He whispers.
He grabs me by my clothes and starts ripping them off.
"What are you doing? Stop!"
That's when I realized that he wasn't trying to rob or kill me. He wanted my body. I fall to the ground, screaming and crying. He keeps ripping my clothes off. Finally, he rips off my shirt and bra. He rips off my pants and starts having his way with me. It was both physically and mentally agonizing for me.
"Ow! Ow! Stop!" I say, shoving my hand in his face.
However, he keeps going. I didn't know what to do. He keeps doing this for what felt like hours. Finally, in a last-ditch effort, I scream out "HELP!" but I knew it was hopeless.
I just lay there being a sex slave for a rapist. Suddenly I hear a thud nearby. The guy stops and looks behind him and sees a black figure approaching him.
"What the hell-!" He yells before being grabbed.
"You piece of garbage!" The figure says in a deep, threatening voice. The figure starts punching the rapist in the face. After punching him 8 times in the face. He drops him to the ground.
"Those punches are for every time you f***ed her! If I ever catch you doing this again I won't be so gentle!"
He knocks out the guy with a single punch. He stands up and stares at me.
"Are you alright ma'am?"
"Y-Y-Yes," I say still shaken.
The figure leaves. I sit in the alley naked and lonely. Moments later, a fancy car arrives. A man dressed in nice garbs steps out of the car.
"Excuse madam, but would you care for a ride to the rape crisis center?" The man asks.
I was suspicious at first.
"Um, yes."
I hop into the car and the man drives me straight to the rape center.
"How did you know I was here?"
"I got a tip."
We arrive at the rape crisis center. I get out of the car.
"Thank you for the ride Mr uh-"
"Alfred."
I head inside. As soon as I got inside the people working took me to an interview room where they gave me new clothes. I realize I wouldn't be here without the mysterious figure. I think he is the Batman?
