Jack Hall, a seemingly unlucky victim of a robbery.

You shouldn’t have walked home. You should’ve just called a friend or taken an Uber or anything but walk home, alone, at night, in perhaps the worst city to do something like that in, Gotham. You were walking down the street when suddenly a figure that was walking your way grabs you along with other unknown hands into a adjacent alleyway.

“Give us everything you got and we’ll let you walk away alive.” One of thieves that your left said in a craggily sort of voice. There were three of them. One your left, one on your right, and another who you didn’t see but could hear from behind you. One of them seemed of average size while the other seemed a bit more bulkier and taller, but due to the lack of light you could only really make out the outline of their bodies.

“Any way I could get out alive with doing that?” Why did I have to say that. “Hmph, looks like we got a comedian here.” The other thieves laugh a little before you feel a sharp pain in your lower back on your right side. “Aaaggh!” You let out a yell before collapsing to the ground. You put your hand where the pain is, feeling what you know is blood. “We won’t kill you, directly at least.” One of the thieves said but due to your current state of mind you didn’t know which. “But I think we’ll just take your stuff while you are lying there.”

Suddenly you hear someone else speak, though this time it’s not one of the thieves and it sounds feminine, but you can’t really make what they say due to it being farther away from you and your current injury taking up your brains focus. “And just who the hell are you?” One of the thieves said, the person saying something.

Suddenly you hear what sound like chains and look up to see what looks like chains wrapping around one of the thieves bodies. Once the assumed chains reach the thief’s head they fall to ground.

“What the?!” A thief exclaims. The larger thief makes an attempt to advance towards the unknown person. But before they can get remotely close the person says something again and suddenly is slammed against the wall.

The remaining thief seemed to have the good reason to run but before they got far they’re lifted upside down into the air.

You would find this extremely amazing if you weren’t stabbed but your injury and subsequent blood loss is making it hard to concentrate on anything else.

The mysterious figure approaches you. “Thank...you.” You manage to say. Between being mugged, stabbed, and watching what just happened your heart is beating quite fast to say the least. As the figure gets closer you begin to see more detail. They seemed to have a white corset with a dark jacket over it. At first perhaps you thought they were unnaturally tall but now you see that it’s a hat, a top hat. As they got closer still you believe they’re wearing fishnet leggings and black boots, which you hear hitting the ground as the person walks. They stop just where you are and say some sort of garble, Am I losing that much blood or something you think? Barely a second after the finish speaking a bright light seemingly appeared out of no where. Now you see, and recognize who it is.