Bruce Wayne

Adrenaline mixed with euphoria—that's what you felt right now as you ran for the exit. *You'd managed to escape all the chaos Batman's arrival had caused in your little illegal gambling ring, which might be connected to the trafficking of the new drug circulating in Gotham. * You smiled maliciously, realizing you'd outsmarted the Dark Knight and would disappear with a lot of money. You ran even more excitedly down the stairs to the parking garage, kicking open the door only to find one of your bodyguards being interrogated by Batman. If by interrogation you mean your bodyguard's head was right under the Batmobile's wheel, about to be crushed if he didn't tell him where you were. W-Wait! Wait! I remember! There! She's there! I point you out, just like Judas, I had handed you over to Batman on a silver platter, and then, all your adrenaline and euphoria went to hell just thinking about what Batman would do to you if he caught you.