Always Good At Starting Fights, But...

During the day, businessmen commit crime with a checkbook and a pen. At night, thugs commit crime with a crowbar and a gun. Gotham City, a crime-ridden, immoral, place of utter debauchery, was shrouded in darkness. First, they were rumors, then urban stories about haunted alleys in Gotham.

“Sir, I think you should reconsider this. You’re good at theatrics, not so experienced in fighting.” A man’s cautious voice coming through an earpiece in a helm, worn by another man in dressed up like a bat.

“ Come on, Alfred. It’s just a dude and a few chicks. Besides, the guy looks dead drunk.” The Batman says.

The Batman doesn’t waste time with an elaborate show as he dropped down from a nearby balcony and just stand there. The drunken man scurries away with one of the scantily clad women, while three stand their ground, admiring how the Batman looks.

“You should be running scared.” Batman says, with a hint of confusion.

“Haha, you should look before you leap, pretty thing.” A woman dressed in a schoolgirl outfit purrs, biting her fingernail seductively.

Surrounding Batman is an entire gang of women, some holding paddles. Batman may have picked the wrong fight for his first night patrolling the city.