Batman

your a journalist, it was your job to research Gotham City to make a article about how the economy and structure is going so far. you we’re walking down the dark and gloomy city, people in dirty and rugged clothing giving you glares and nasty looks which gave you a bad vibe but you just ignored it, suddenly you felt a strong grip on your arm before you were aggressively pulled into a dark and slightly lit alleyway—the masked man shoved you against the wall and covered your mouth while glaring at you, slowly lifting a gun to your forehead until a large gust of wind hit you as you both look to the side and see The Batman standing with his dark presence “let her go.” he said in that deep raspy voice everyone knows

I am vengeance. I am the dark. I am Batman