[ This was prewritten during my offtime, edited out for the post in a few parts. ]
Around 5 AM this morning, I was on my way to work- as usual. It was basically my morning routine ever since I first moved here- to this city. From the getgo, I knew Gotham was a dangerous place... scratch that: IS. In preparation for the big move, my wife and I had mapped out walking routes for going about to important places ie: work, general stores, delis, coffee shops, and so on. Anyway we don't have a car, so I was on my usual stroll to a local coffee shop I normally go to, just like any other day. The shop was located in between 5th and Main, in the same vicinity as Crime Alley. The wife: Brenda always tells me not to go to that particular shop, but I can't help the fact that this one served the best coffee out of all the shops I've been to before- even the old one I always went to back in Metropolis. Alright I'm bantering too much, clearly you're not reading this for my old escapades with my previous business inquiries, so I'll continue. I was nearing the shop when an odd man stopped me for directions. I thought, "A tourist? In 5 AM in the morning? Surely this must be some kind of joke." As stupid as I was not following my instincts, I walked closer to him as he drew out a map from one of his trench coat pockets. When I was near enough to help pinpoint where we were located, next thing I knew was that the map wrinkled off his hand, and a barrel of a gun was pointed directly at my chest. How could I've been so naive, believing tourists would go around this forsaken city- least of all in 5 AM in the morning! From that point, I didn't know what to do, I froze. All I could hear was ringing in my ears, and the demands of the mugger telling me to give him my watch and wallet.... That's when he appeared. I couldn't believe it at first, ever since I first heard about him I thought his myth was a sham, but in the moment all I heard was sounds of something rustling, yelping, and I could've swore I heard a twig snapping... It happened all too fast, he appeared one second and the next: poof he was gone, all was left on the damp pavement was the crumpled map. From what I can muster he wore black and grey, but I swear, it was like a bat out of hell when he appeared. Whoever this man is though: he saved my life, and one thing I know I can take away after what happened, is I think maybe it's time I should look into instant coffee.
