In the depth of Gotham City, a young married couple was walking toward the alley. The man had on a black suit and fancy Spanish shoes. His hair was an ebony~black, and he had a pencil mustache. The woman next to him had skin white as snow, long hair that was as black as a raven's feather, and a black dress that went past her ankles.
"So, Cara Mia. Did you have fun tonight?" He asked his wife.
"Yes, Mon Cher. J'ai fait." She responded.
"Tish, that's French." He said in excitement and love.
"Oui." Morticia replies seductively. Her husband grabs her arm and lays kisses up it.
"Gomez, darling, not now. Let's go home first." She warned.
"Yes, of course, my dear. I will just call Lurch and-" As the couple turn the corner and to the alley, they looked upon a gun pointed to them in the shadows.
"Not so fast, folks." A high-pitched voice said. "I want to have a little fun."
"Tish, get behind me." Gomez said as he moved Morticia to his back.
"Aw, too bad. Well, I guess we could make things go faster." The figure said.
He pulled the trigger and Gomez felt a sharp pain in his chest. He feel back onto the ground in pain and agony. "GOMEZ!"
**Stay tuned for chapter two**