Grim was on the rooftop of a building overlooking Gotham City and his steely eyes gazed down over the city. The city had changed greatly over the last two hundred years as well as the rest of the world and Mortimer had seen it all. His existence as a wanderer through the shadows of time and almost unknown guardian to the balance of the world was a lonely one. Ghosts looked upon with wariness because of his ties to Death himself, and demons while bolder were also in some way afraid of his potential as a servant of death. Death was on a whole another than demons and so Grim was quite possibly more powerful than them.

Being immortal had made it seem like time had gone by at such a quick pace that it didn't feel like a couple of centuries had passed since he had been murdered, but here he was in the mid twenty first century trying to keep the balance of the cosmos in the right place. His sight soon caught a glimpse of a crime happening, and even though he was not instructed to interfere in the crimes of mortals, Grim decided that these people needed help in keeping them safe.

He death walked from the rooftop to the area near the where the crime was happening and he lifted himself into the air with his flight ability. He summoned his scythe into his hands and he flew above crowds of people looking for the crime. To those that saw him, his face was completely covered in shadows and only his steely eyes were visible when he had the hood of his robe on. This was why so many who saw him were so afraid of him, his eyes were creepy and unsettling to those that looked at them. He soon spotted the crime and saw that some criminal had a hostage and was threatening to blow her and anyone he could shoot's brains out

Mortimer knew he had to move quickly and he decided to death walk towards the criminal and his victim.