~Prolouge~

A man dressed all in black ran through the dark city streets, glancing behind him every so often, he slowed slightly his breathe showing in the cold air, as the man started onwards again he felt someone or something watching him. The man didn't stop to turn around to look at whatever was watching him, he just ran using the alleys to avoid being caught by the thing that was following him. But as all things do eventually the man began to tire, and he had somehow cornered himself against the brick of an alley.

The man turned and saw who was following him, it was a man dressed in black and a cloak around him. The man shuddered and dropped the sack he was carrying and kicked it towards the shadowy figure. "T-take it! J-just leave me alone," he stuttered backing away as far as he could. "Oh I'm not here for that," the figure said with a slight growl. "I'm here to keep this city safe." "P-please I got a wife KIDS! Please l-leave me alone," that man said wringing his hands looking pleadingly at the figure. "No it's time for what you deserve." The fist comes out of nowhere landing hard on the man's face, he stumbles backwards but gets ready to block another attack. The figure moves and sends the man flying out of the alley. "Lights out." The figure kicks the man in the forehead knocking him out cold. "There another chased down," the figure mutters, a streetlamp catches the figures face for a second showing a cowl and a symbol on his chest in the shape, of a bat.

He turns and walks back to where the thief had kicked the bag and picks it up weighing the contents. "Must of shoved a few hundred in his pockets." He turns and walks back towards the man and checks his pockets finding a couple hundred and he stuffs the cash in the sack. Swinging the sack over the shoulder he turns and uses his grappling hook to get onto the buildings. The figure swivels on his foot and runs accross the rooftops heading towards the bank of Gotham, the figure was Batman.