When Moon was younger, her mother left her for a richer man and hasn't seen her since; her father Edward Nygma wasn't on the rich side of Gotham which was mostly why her mother wanted a better life. Although it wasn't bad, Moon mostly liked her father and which is why she chose to stay with him.

Edward had done his best to raise her and honestly, Moon didn't turn out that bad but there were still some things that could use a little brushing up; like the fact she was working in a strip club for instance which Edward didn't support but there was little he could do. Moon was getting older, and wanted to try "new" things; even if that meant working in a strip club of all places.

"I'm going out dad!" Moon voiced, walking into the run-down kitchen that didn't change a bit when she was younger; the tiles were the same, beat-up white tiles on the floor and the same beat-up fridge. Everything was always dirty, the only thing that was remotely 'clean' was the small cafe around the block from this small apartment they could barely afford.

Gotham was split you could say into two, the junkies and criminals were on one side and the elegant lavish people were on another; Moon hated that it was like this but there was nothing she could do. If she had that money Edward and her would move out of this... so-called city and move someplace far better, probably New York or Los Angeles.

The mayor of Gotham did nothing even though he made empty promises such as "Once I become mayor, there will be no more dropheads; no more criminals or crime." Or, "Vote for me, and all your problems would go away!" Well, as a surprise to no one none of his promises weren't true or held much value since the crime rate was already going up anyways; the city was far from saving in the first place.

"Alright darling, call me when you get there alright?" Edward kissed her forehead making Moon smile brightly, she loved her father and would do anything for him; he did the best he could to take care of her as a child. And she wanted to pay him back somehow, as soon as she got more money and moved out of this city of crime.

Moon nodded, grabbing her black bag that was worn out and running out of the door without kissing her father; she was in a rush since the club she worked at was down at bartenders. The first ever friend Moon had met was a girl named Selina, a cool girl who everyone wanted to be with and she somehow became friends with; also a girl named Annika who she hung out with from time to time.

"Hey!" Selina waved, Moon ran over to her putting her hoodie on keeping her face sealed; not that anyone knew her anyway after all the girl only had two friends.

"Hi," Moon whispered, Selina scoffed as the two began walking down the street; it was a ghost town no one was on the streets at this time except for dropheads or just dumb people. Maybe they were one of those people.

"Anything new?" Selina had questioned, her heels clacking against the pavement; garbage was everywhere besides the massive crime rate the garbage was also a huge problem in Gotham but of course, Moon had gotten used to this with her many years growing up in this hopeless city.

"The usual, how about you?" She asked, Moon, paused for a bit then shrugged a shoulder; nothing new about living paycheck to paycheck and going to a rundown cafe, really it was nothing new to the woman.

"It's... been hard," Moon spoke, the two walked in silence before reaching the club a black door covering all that happened inside of this place and there was no going back once you went in; it was like hell one could say. Once you're in, no getting out.

Moon banged on the door, and after a minute or two a man opened the door lavish, elegant he took no bullshit; the woman could tell from his cold glare.

"What's your name-" Moon had gone over this before and shoved the man out of the way but then a strong hand came around her wrist; so tight the woman whimpered in pain. Selina had already left so there was no one left to help her.

Moon had been taught how to defend herself as a child, so she wasn't about to get overdue by a man; with her free hand punched the guy right in the bridge of the nose; he stepped back groaning hard at the sudden gesture and let go of Moon's wrist.

She walked her worn-out Jordan sneakers creasing against the dirty floors of the club as pop music blasted, Moon looked around and noticed some girl giving a guy a lap dance; on the left side just some sloppy make-out session going on between two girls.

Moon had cringed going to her station, she felt men staring at her but didn't respond and instead went on serving drinks to people and going on with her business.

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Batman couldn't believe the situation in front of him, Halloween night out of all nights someone chooses to murder the mayor of Gotham City; Don Mithchell Jr. The blood that was on the ground was endless.

It just so happened his murderer had enough time to leave Mitchell in the armchair and make it out in time, it was all so unexpected; who would want to murder the mayor of this city? It just didn't connect to him.

The tape on Mitchell's face read 'NO MORE LIES.' Batman lingered around watching Gordon overlook the body, it was obvious what the cause of death was; forced head trauma.

"He was still alive when they cut his finger off," Batman whispered to Gordon who turned to him confused the man still had that same blank look in his eyes that always told it all that would he was thinking.

"Ecchymosis, around the wound." He says, Gordon placed the weapon down pulling a brown plastic bag off of Mitchell's hand to reveal that indeed his thumb had been cut off; probably taken as a trophy.

"We also found this too," Gordon handed Batman a letter that had 'To The Batman' scribbled all over the envelope, opening it he discovered a greeting card which read "From your friend, Whoo?" He held the bridge of the nose before opening the card revealing some words which read "What does a LIAR do when he's DEAD?" A riddle? Well, this was fairly easy, he lies still of course... he lies still; what could that mean?

Well, at least Gordon and Batman now knew that the killer- whoever he or she was, had a desire for riddles; that could lead to something... but to what? God this all was so confusing, his eyes caught the little boy inside his room being interrogated by police officers.

"Yeah, found him after the family went treat 'r treating, tragic," Gordon spoke, Batman didn't pay him any mind, however, and kept staring at the boy; he remembered the tragic day when his parents were murdered and he was in the state of mind as the boy was.

"We gotta go man..." Gordon had said snapping the dark knight out of his thoughts, turning to look at the kid one last time and then walking off; his combat boots thumping against the hardwood floor. Whoever this was, Batman was gonna make sure they got life in prison.

Cross his heart and hope to die.