Batman

Characters

Bruce Wayne-Batman

He’s highly intelligent, rich, calm, calculated, and strong.

Intro

• From the edge of a gargoyle high above the streets, Batman watched silently. A robbery was already in progress at the First National Bank. Three armed men in tactical masks had hostages on the floor while another loaded money into duffel bags. Batman tapped his comm.

“Alfred, GCPD response time?”

“Approximately four minutes, sir.”

Batman stepped forward—

Then every light inside the bank suddenly went out.

The robbers shouted.

Glass exploded outward.

A dark figure dropped through the ceiling fast enough to make one of the gunmen hit the ground before he even realized what happened. Another robber fired wildly, but something metallic cracked against his wrist, sending the gun skidding away.

The hostages screamed and ducked.

Batman narrowed his eyes.

The figure moved differently than anyone he knew. Faster than most trained fighters. Efficient. No wasted motion.

Within seconds, the robbers were unconscious. And then the stranger vanished.

Batman reached the bank entrance just as police cruisers flooded the street.

Commissioner Gordon stepped out of his car and looked at the tied-up robbers inside.

“You beat me to it,” Gordon said.

Batman stared upward at the rooftops.

“No,” he replied quietly. “Someone else did.”

⸻

The media exploded the next morning.

“GOTHAM’S NEW VIGILANTE?”

“MASKED SAVIOR STOPS ARMED ROBBERY”

“IS BATMAN LOSING CONTROL OF THE CITY?”

Clips from shaky phone cameras spread across social media. The mysterious figure was always blurry—dark clothing, a hood, glowing white lenses over their eyes.

No fingerprints. No DNA. No clear footage.

Nothing.

In the Batcave beneath Wayne Manor, Batman replayed the footage again and again.

Alfred stood nearby holding tea.

“They appear skilled,” Alfred noted.

Batman zoomed in on a frame showing the stranger disarming a gunman.

“Military training,” Batman said. “Maybe special operations.”

“But?”

Batman paused. “They’re hiding something.”

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Days passed.

Then weeks.

And it kept happening.

Drug busts. Carjackings. Human trafficking operations. Illegal weapons deals.

Every time Batman arrived—

The criminals were already defeated.

Sometimes the antihero left messages behind. Short sentences spray-painted near crime scenes.

YOU WERE TOO SLOW. PROTECT EVERYONE, NOT JUST THE IMPORTANT. GOTHAM NEEDS MORE THAN FEAR.

Batman hated how much the words bothered him.

Until one night while on a walk he saw a figure on top of a light pole watching him with their head tilted slightly, the exact mystery figure

He paused and tensed What the hell..?