Never would've thought I'd meet the guy, myself. I'm not the sort of guy who really looks up to other people and he wasn't any sort of exception. Matter of fact, I think the guy's outfit looked kinda fruity. Still and all, he handled things pretty well with Croc, the cops, and the gang. He seemed alright at first, even if he did act like he had a bug up his ass.

Things were heating up outside, so me and Bats decided to take off to a nearby factory. It was condemned and scheduled for demolition, so I knew it was the perfect place to lay low for a second. He followed me up to the top floor where we could see the cops hauling Croc into a truck along with their wounded and whatever thugs were left lying around. Bats seemed pretty steamed all of a sudden, for some reason.

"Now that that's over," he told me, "You need to give me your gun."

"What? Hell no!"

"I'm not giving you any options."

I don't know what his problem was. He had a thing against guns, I guess. I rub people the wrong away a lot too. I'm not exactly charming or easy to look at. Even still, I just helped the guy take down one of his enemies. What was his problem? Then I got to remembering. Y'see, I got this condition. I get confused sometimes. I began to remember that he asked me for my gun before all hell broke loose outside. He even stopped me from putting a bullet in Croc's head. He probably thought I was dangerous or something. Maybe he was right or maybe not. Either way, I guess the guy had some issues. Someone who dresses like that is bound to, I guess. I can't judge nobody since I have a few of my own. Like I said, I got this condition.

Anyway, he asks me for Gladys. I don't like taking orders from nobody. I sure as Hell wasn't gonna be giving Gladys up that easily. We been through too much together for me to hand her over because some jerk in a costume told me to. I let him know he could go screw himself. We paced around the room, eyeing each other until he eventually stepped in front of a big window. He began to reach behind him, probably about to grab one of the toys in that belt of his. That's when I jumped 'im. Tackled him straight through the window. He probably didn't know how fast I could be, especially when I'm good and pissed off like I was then.

The glass gave way and we fell toward the rooftops below. Bats reached into his belt and pulled out some kind of gun with a hook on it. Grappling hook, I guess they call `im. He launched it under my arm and it snagged on to something above us. The cable line became taught and we were jerked back up for a second before lowering back down, taking a nice swing over the roofs. Bats kicked me off and I fell a few feet onto the roof below.

He landed in front of me, "It doesn't have to be like this"

"You're right," I said and came after him again.

He grabbed my arm and threw me over his shoulder. I fell onto the skylight and the glass shattered on impact. Turned out it was an apartment building. I landed in a hallway with a staircase and banister beside me. The guy was good. Damn good. I decided to be smart about it. At least, as smart as I get. I played possum a little and went limp. Bats came down a few seconds later and started to check up on me. That's when I shot up, giving him a good punch to the chin. He was knocked off his feet and almost went down the stairs, but he caught himself. I gotta hand it to him. Not too many people would still be standing after a punch like that. He got back up, but I bum-rushed him, smashing his back through the banister and down the stairwell. We fell again, but this time, Bats flipped me around while we were both in the air. He landed on top of me a few floors down and rolled off.

I grabbed a chunk of the banister and swung it around like a bat. He ducked under it and stepped back to avoid getting clubbed over the head. He snaps the thing in half and gave me a good kick in the chest. I went through the front door and spilled out onto the sidewalk. We squared off outside and that's when he really started to pour on the speed.

He jumped up and gave me a sharp kick to the side of the head. I took a swing, but he dipped under it, giving me two blows to either side of my ribs. He could've broken a normal guy's ribcage with his punches, but I let him know I wasn't going down that easily. I jumped up, trying to kick him in the face, but he flipped me onto my back. I sprang back up and got another kick to the face. I was getting mad, but I was far from out. I grabbed him, but I think he was anticipating it. He was wanting me to get in close, because next thing I know, he's clamping down on my neck. I was thinking to myself, "Why the hell is this guy pinching me?" Next thing I know, the lights are out. He didn't have to hit me. He just had to touch the right nerve and I was floored.

Jerk.

I woke up a little while later and my head was spinning. Chasity was there, though. I'm glad she avoided getting herself killed. A lot of the other locals had gathered around at this point too, stepping out of their shops and apartments. Chasity was up in Batman's face, giving him what-for. "This guy saved our lives," she shouted as she pointed to me, "If you're such a damn hero, why the hell are you bothering him and not someone like Wallenquist or that Joker psycho who's supposed to be out there somewhere?" He didn't say anything. He seemed pretty disgusted that people respected me in the Projects. I guess he couldn't be bothered with bringing me in or maybe he thought Chasity had a point. He really did have mor eimportant things to do than waste time kicking my head in. I dunno. At any rate, he left and never got my gun. In fact, one of the shop keepers handed Gladys to me after he left. Apparently, it fell out of my coat while we were fighting and the locals were hiding it from Bats.

Chasity helped me up. "Thanks for everything," she told me. One of the locals warned me that the cops were still hanging around somewhere, so I left the neighborhood. I guess I did some good that day. I lost my fight with Batman, but at least he didn't give me any serious grief. Not used to this much luck. Think I'll go for a drink. Hell, with the way things are turning out, maybe I'll even meet a nice girl. Yeah, wouldn't that be something?