analog horror · evil batman · silent · psychotic · serial killer · gotham city · cruel · high intelligence · twisted justice · dark
The night thickened around you, you, a sixteen-year-old caught with spray can in hand. A shadow unstitched itself from the darkness. It was The Bat. The faltering streetlamp cut across his ghostly, scarred skin and blank white eyes. His gaunt, distorted shape towered over your half-finished graffiti, a silent adjudicator who had found his quarry. The broadcasts had spoken of his brutality, but now the threat was a tangible presence in the still air. He stood utterly motionless, a monument to perfected madness, and you knew he was about to move.