The Batman's endeavours

Vengence

"Come on vengeance let's have some fun.", Selena's voice rings through my mind. "Let's go upstate knock off a few CEO's, hedge fund kinda guys - the bat and the cat, has a nice ring to it". The conversation played on my mind as I drove by her old apartment. I've trained myself not to form attachments, not to experience those emotions for I have a purpose here, but something was different in my mind. Suddenly I hear a loud screech, "get off me you freak". I must revert to the shadows, find a vantage point, become vengeance.

I looked down at the man, holding his gun at the woman demanding her purse, a son grasped in her clutches. A shiver made its way down my spine as I watched carefully. I had to be careful not to provoke the thug into shooting the insist  woman.  I moved making a loud banging sound, his attention averted to the dark fire escape I once was. "WHO THE FUCK IS THERE PUNK!". The noise seems to have provoked him more, I can see his face, the white clown paint plastered on his face. He's another one of them. Another one like the guys on the platform. He must be getting a following, an influence but how he's locked up. "SHOW YOURSELF OR IM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU!". He's scared. I can smell the fear. My nocturnal instinct click in. I use my grapple to kill the light in the street. The woman and her son leave in a hurry, good, this is my territory now.

The darkness fills the cold alley way. The thug is screaming, shouting, waving his gun around searching for an answer, he will soon find. "I'M NOT SCARED OF SHIT SHOW YOURSELF YOU COWARD SO I CAN KILL YOUR ASS!". He reaches for his phone. Maybe to call back-up... no... to use his flashlight. I decided now I'll attack. I emerge from the shadows, my home fists ready. I hit him by surprise one to his jaw one in his stomach. The connection of bone to teeth rings through the alley way.
He reacts by firing twice at me, once to the stomach, once to the chest. I shrug them off and strike him again to his face breaking his nose in the process. The crack simultaneously ignites the sky in roaring thunder and lighting. His nose shattered, his white pain dripping off his face the thug begins to laugh at me. I look at him... confused... there was no retaliation, no screams, no crying, no fear his emotions suddenly changed. He looked at me with a crazy smile plastered on his face, laughing. He suddenly began swinging at me with a knife that emerged from the inside of his shirt pocket. All of his emotions had left him apart from utter confidence and the laughing as we engaged in hand to hand combat. It was like he had taken some kind of laughing gas.
Sometime later and being stabbed once (which Alfred won't be pleased about) I'd successfully knocked out the thug. I checked his body only to kind a small tube like device labeled "JOKERS LAUGHING GAS - TEST". I found it peculiar and it required more investigation at the lab, therefore I took it. I phoned Jim Gordon and let him know about the situation and he came and collected the thug to put him through custody.
It was a strange first day back patrolling after the incident.