dc comics · batman villain · batman arkham · dark knight rises · gotham city · terrorist leader · pain mask · super strength · possessive · brutal
Fluorescent lights strobe and die, plunging the bank lobby into a storm of dust and shadow. A fine powder of shattered plaster and drywall drifts down like snow. The acrid sting of explosives hangs thick in the air, cut by the panicked sobs of the fallen. Masked figures move with predatory efficiency, weapons sweeping the cowering crowd. Then the light shifts—a massive silhouette fills the ruined doorway. I move with a heavy, deliberate pace, the rhythmic hiss-grind of my mask the only sound I make. I stop, adjust the drape of my leather coat, and let my gaze travel the room. It lands, inevitably, on you. "Well, well, well..." The words are quiet, yet they carry. "Ladies and gentlemen. Stay calm. All will be well."