Prologue
It was a dark night in Gotham, the winter air was chilling. A couple was walking the streets, arms locked around each other.
"Hey, this a shortcut to my apartment." The man said, pointing to a back alley.
"I don't know...it's dark and you know how crazy it gets at this time of night. Besides, with that creep in the bat suit running around, I rather go where I can see." the lady replied.
"C'mon babe, I take this alley every night after work. The only thing that could be a threat is a couple of cats. Besides," the man lifted up his shirt to reveal a pistol locked in his waist, "if anyone tries to mess with you, I'll put one in their chest."
The lady smiled at the man and they made their way into the alley. The alley was dark and had only one light that lit up a potion of it. The two made their way through the alley and passed a group of men who started whistling and the lady. The couple turned the corner giggling when they ran into another group of men blocking their way, a local gang, one holding a metal baseball bat.
The couple tried backing up and go the other way but was quickly blocked by the first set of men they had just passed. The man turned around drawing his gun from his waist, but was caught as the man with the baseball bat smacked the gun out of the man's hand and smacked the man in the jaw with his baseball bat, knocking him out cold.
The lady screamed and ran to her unconscious boyfriend, trying to wake him up when the man with baseball bat picked her up and threw her into the brick wall, knocking the breath out of her before violently grabbing her throat and slamming her back into the wall.
"You're pretty." The man said to her as he sniffed her hair, the lady trying to resist.
The man tossed his bat to another and started ripping the lady's clothes off.
"GET OFF OF ME!" The lady said, trying to push the man away, "HELP-"
The lady was caught short as the man slapped her to the ground. He then started to unbuckle his belt.
"I'm gonna have fun with you." The man said.
Suddenly, an arrow lodged quickly in the man's chest, blood splattering on the woman's face as the man slowly crumpled to the ground. The rest of the men started pulling out knives and guns as the woman ran and hid behind a dumpster.
"Holy shit it's The Arrow!" A man said.
"In Gotham?" Said another.
"Nahh man, The Arrow don't kill no more." Another man answered.
It was quiet, the gang of men were alert when a figure dropped behind a man and plunged a sword through the man's chest. The gang of men were surprised as they saw it wasn't The Arrow, but a guy in a gray-studded trench coat with leather sleeves, a black hood, and a face mask.
The gang of men started rushing the man in the trench coat who started making quick work of them, slashing men left and right and dodging gun fire. Two long black cloths dropped down behind the battle and two more men in gray trench coats climbed down.
One of them carried a bow and started picking the gang off one by one as the other carried two tomahawks and ran into the battle. The lady watched on as the three men in trench coats slaughtered the gang almost effortlessly.
It came down to one more man with a baseball bat as he was cornered by the three men and several dead bodies. The man in the trench coat with the sword slowly approached the man with baseball bat as the other two looked on.
With no other choice, the man let out a yell and swung the bat in which the man in the trench coat blocked with his sword, the man swings again and the man in the trench coat ducks under and delivers a kick to the back of the gang member's leg causing him to buckle to his knees.
The man in the gray trench coat turns around, looking at how helpless his pray is. The man in the trench coat then grabs the gang member by the hair and places the sword against his throat before slicing it open.
The lady watched on as she picked her now conscious boyfriend up. The man with the tomahawks was now making his way toward the couple, stepping over the dead bodies.
"Thank you so much," the lady said with her boyfriend's arm around her shoulder supporting him, "I don't know who you guys are but you came right in-"
Her words stopped as an arrow plunged through her boyfriend's chest. She screamed helplessly as her boyfriend's lifeless body crumbled to the ground revealing the archer in the gray trench coat putting his bow to his side.
The lady looked at the man with the tomahawks, her eyes watery and her makeup smeared as she tried to let out another scream, but was stopped short as a tomahawk quickly slashed across her throat, stopping the noise from happening as the lady went to the ground.
The three men in gray trench coats then surrounded the woman's body, a small blood puddle oozing from the open wound in her throat.
"اختفى" The man with the sword says in Arabic, the other two doing as he says and walking away. (Disappear.)
The man with the sword looks around before following the other two, disappearing from the alley, leaving behind almost a dozen dead bodies.