The stormy dark sky was nothing new to the citizens of Gotham City. The rain fell down lightly, pattering down upon the many surfaces littering hte gothic city. The streets were devoid of life, something that tended to be a common occurrence. The large crime waves the city often suffered, and the many crazed supervillains kept many inside at this time of night, least they suffer a fate worse than death. But that had never stopped a brave few who would venture out at night. And one of those brave few, was on a mission.
The sound of sirens caught his ears as two police cruisers rushed past him. The vehicles splashed water from the road onto him. He groaned in annayonce as he keapt moving. He kept his amber eyes locked upon the path ahead of him. His cloak covered a majority of his body. he quickly turned down an alleyway. Walking silently as he glanced to his left and right.
"What's an old man like you doing out at this time of night?" someone asked darkly.
He smirked as he came to a stop. His hands moving within the folds of his cloak. "Old man is a title I'd reserve for the future." He replied sharply, his voice carried a sense of danger with it. He could feel others move out of the shadows, friends of this crook perhaps.
"Old man, young man. What difference does it make. You all go down the same in the end." Another crook said smugly.
His grin grew larger as he calculated the moves he'd take to win this fight. He slowly rolled his left fist while his right brushed over the hilt of a pistol. He smirked and raised his head slightly. "I don't go down as easily as you may think." He replied. He slowly separeted his legs, his eyes narrowed. Standing ready, he counted his targets; six crooks.
"Hmm, you've got some fight in you. This'll makes things interesting." One of the crooks said.
He shook his head as his grin left his face. He grabbed the cloak, tearing it from his body to reveal a set of crimson red armour plating that glimmered in the dim light. He slowly raised his pistol and licked his lips with anticipation. "You want a fight? You've got one."
Before his foes even had a chance to move, he'd leapt into the air, firing off three shots. Three of the crooks had fallen as the remained widened their eyes in shock. One of the crooks was quick to grab thier gun and open fire. The red figure smirked as he quickly leapt onto a wall and over the top of another crook. "You've got to do better then that if you want to keep up." He said, throwing a knife into the crooks skull as he flipped over.
The two remaining crooks were quick to back up against one another, both shaking in fear. "Man, I never thought I'd be saying this, but where's the GCPD or the Bat when you need them?"
The other crook shrugged his shoulders as best he could with the shaking. He felt a gust of wind and then, the weight of the other crook upon his back had vanished. His eyes widened in absolute fear as he turned to see the dead body of his comrade hanging before him. "Who...who ar...are y...y...you?" He asked.
The red figure leapt onto the ground, kicking the gun from the crooks grasp. "The Crimson Avatar." He said, shooting the crook in the head.
From the alleyway, Crimson Avatar emerged in his cloak, heading down the street as he whistled away.
The day was bright as Batman entered the alleyway. Commissioner Gordon stood observing a small team of detectives as they worked hard to discover who killed the crooks. "What've we got?" Batman asked, coming to a stop beside Gordon.
Gordon turned to face the Dark Knight. "Some paper and a knife." He replied, pulling out a small clear bag with the items inside.
Batman glanced at the mangled bodies of the crooks, his gaze observing them closely. He quickly turned to look at the piece of paper inside the bag. "What're you thinking?" Gordon asked.
Batman remained silent before taking the bag. "I need to analyse these items for clues." He said, turning the head back to the Batmobile.
Gordon nodded. "While you're working on that, I'll have the GCPD sweep the area for any potential suspects. Hopefully, with any luck, we'll have the guy who did this in Arkham by the end of the week." He said.
"Don't get your hopes up Commissioner, the killer's new in town." Batman said.
Gordon blinked and glanced at the mangled bodies. "How do you know?" He asked, turning to face an empty street. "Why do I even bother?" He muttered to himself, turning back to the mangled bodies.