I hate clowns, but I hate bats even more. My mom hated bats and so do I. Clowns are scary, but bats are horrifying. I heard the clown laughing so I decided to go shut him up. Now I'm staring at a man dressed like a giant bat. I don't like this. I'm going to shut the bat up.

I run straight at the bat, ready to stab him, but then something comes out of his hand and all of a sudden I feel a sharp pain in my hand. My machete is gone, on the floor. I can't waist time to go get it; I have to fight him hand to hand.

This time the bat runs after me and punches my stomach. He tries to punch my face, but I duck down and throw an uppercut. I see blood coming out of his mouth. Comforting. I bend over to get my machete, but as soon as I look up the bat is there and punches my face-hard. He punched me so hard, in fact, that my mask comes off. My face is exposed.

My name is Bruce and I'm currently fighting the infamous hockey mask killer named Jason Voorhees. Gordon said that Jason was disfigured, but I didn't know that he was this disfigured. He has patches of long hair and his eyes aren't aligned. His nose partially curves toward his left eye. Basically, his face looks like it was put on diagonally. His appearance makes me shudder. Unfortunately I get distracted by Jason's face too long to notice that he got his machete back. Now I have to retreat back into the defensive.

I just realized my mistake, not just my mistake everyone's mistake. I was too distracted by Jason's face to realize how dangerous he could be. People thought that all there was to Jason was his face. They zoomed in, and ignored the big picture. Jason is human, and with humanity comes the underlying insanity that can easily break out. They ignored that possibility and now it's everyone's fault that he is what he is. Now he's punishing everyone.

I dodge every single motion he makes with his machete. The thing is: am I punishing everyone? As Batman, am I punishing the kind of people that made me or am I preventing more tragedies? Am I a savior or a punisher? Am I just another Jason?

Jason punches me with the bottom of his machete's handle. I'm coughing up blood and I'm barely conscious. It's over and I expect a machete to be driven into me. Instead I here Gordon yelling, "There he is!" and then a series of gunshots. I'm regaining my grip on reality and I see Jason (or his body) falling back.

Gordon sees the blood on my lip and asks me, "Are you alright?" I gently nod my head and looks down at Jason's body.

Gordon tiredly says, "Well, that's two cases solved."