[Color=SLATEGRAY][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]P R E S E N T[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[CENTER][IMG]http://txt-dynamic.cdn.1001fonts.net/txt/dHRmLjcyLmUxNjYxNC5VbWx1WnlCdlppQkdhWEpsLjAA/char-bb.regular.png[/IMG][COLOR=SILVER][h3][sup][sup][sup][i]Part 1[/i][/sup][/sup][/sup][/h3][/COLOR][/center][Color=DARKORANGE][INDENT][B][SUP][SUB][H3]G O T H A M   C I T Y:[/H3][/SUB][/SUP][/B][/INDENT][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=SILVER]May 15[SUP]th[/SUP], 2019 - 23:48 | Alley off of 5th Avenue - Burnside[/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/COLOR]
[INDENT][INDENT]Cold sweat ran down the man’s face as he grabbed a hold of the nearby lamp post, using the pillar to guide him around a sharp corner as he scrambled into the nearby alley. A purse hung from his hand, his grip white-knuckled around the strap as he continued to run, his lungs burning, feet aching as he body fought against his mind to stop running. Fear and adrenaline were his reflex now as the scalloped shadow from above descended upon the alley. 

A gun was firmly grasped in his other hand as he began to fire shot after shot. Anything that appeared to move or rustle in the pale moonlight was met with a stray bullet haphazardly fired in its direction until no sound remained in the dark alley but the click of an empty magazine.

The silenced washed over the man filling him with a false sense of relief until a voice broke the stillness of the night.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]“You’re empty, [i]motherfucker[/i].”[/B][/COLOR]

A gunshot rang out as the man’s own weapon fell from his hand. The clatter seemed to echoed as the man cried out in agony, a white hot searing pain penetrated his hand in the same manner as the bullet that caused the injury. Falling to his knees, the man dropped the purse as he clutched his bleeding hand, the warm trickling of the crimson liquid sending sensations of nausea through his stomach while he struggled to remain conscious.  

The shadowed figure descended upon the quickly fading man. The pointed ears and long billowing cape denying an accurate image of the figure’s true shape as she approached the small, a smoking gun in one hand while a second was outstretched towards him. Trembling in fear, the man closed his eyes as the cold muzzle of the outstretched gun was pressed forcefully against his forehead.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]”Do you know who the [i]fuck[/i] I am?”[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=SILVER][B]“Y-y-you’re the B-Batg-”[/B][/COLOR]

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]“I’m the justice you can’t [i]fuckin’[/i] run from.”[/B][/COLOR] The shadowed figure snarled as the gun was suddenly pulled away only for the flash of the muzzle to burn the man’s ear as sound left his world, replaced by a constant ringing.

[COLOR=DARKORANGE][B]“Next time I [i]fuckin’[/i] catch you out here, it’s your last!”[/B][/COLOR] The so-called ‘Batgirl’ yelled in the man’s remaining good ear before moving the gun to the other side of his head and firing again. 

Suddenly the hole in his hand was the least of his problems as the man doubled over, a hand clutching either side of his head as the contents of his stomach emptied themselves from either end. 

A brush of air moved past his head as the Batgirl ascended to the rooftops of Burnside, the flashes of red and blue reflecting across the nearby store fronts assured her that the gunshots had attracted the proper authorities to the scene. There was no doubt in Rose’s mind that the man wouldn’t steal another purse for as long as he lived. 

Which admittedly if the Batgirl caught him again, wouldn’t be long.[/INDENT][/INDENT]