I stood in the middle of the Batcave, staring at the suit I had made.
It is a grey and black cloth suit with graphene and other materials to avoid tear weaved in, and a black bat in the middle of my chest. The trousers were made of the same material, with metallic shoes stuck to the bottom. The gauntlets were made of a strong metal found from a meteor in central city and the cape was made from nomex like material, allowing me to glide. I also have a utility belt, containing smoke pellets, a grapple gun and folded up sharp batarangs. The cowl had 2 pointy bat ears, used as a makeshift mini radio tower. The cowl was made of hardened Kevlar with a magnetic lock to my suits neck, and is laced with lead as to keep my identity hidden from meta's with x-ray vision. The cowl had white light up lenses places in the eye holes, allowing me to see peoples location.
I put on the suit and mask, and grappled out to Gotham.
My names Bruce Wayne, CEO and owner of Wayne enterprises, but most of all, I'm a masked vigilante going by the name "Batman". As a young boy, I witnessed my family gunned down in an alley by Joe chill, a simple mugger who thought he hit the jackpot. He was stabbed 40 times in prison by someone hired by falconey, so I've decided to make people like Joe chill and Falconey's life hell by using the skills I learned abroad.
I grappled to a restaurant, where Falconey was eating.
8 guards, armed with pistols. 2 at the door, 3 inside and 3 around his table. This should be easy enough.
I hung down and threw batarangs at the guards legs at the door, making them drop to their knees. I dropped down and punched them both across the face, knocking them out.
Falconey knew I was here, He was getting up, heading towards the back door. I busted the door open and threw a smoke bomb, filling the room with smoke. Gunfire filled the room, and I ran through the room, knocking the guards to the floor.
Falconey ran out the back, and hopped into a car and started to drive down the road. I ran out and grappled onto the car, allowing it to drag me.
He braked, and I shot forward through the back window of the car, and cracked the windshield. I lay in the middle of the car, my cape sprawled all over the back seat.
Falconey pulled out a gun and placed it to my head and shot, and I punched his elbow, breaking his arm making him drop the gun. He screamed as I punched his ribs, making him fall out of the car. He got up and picked up the gun with his other hand and shot into the car, emptying his gun, but I wasn't in the car. I was behind him.
He walked up and looked into the car, and look horrified to see I wasn't in the car. I bashed his head into the roof of the car, knocking him out.
I tied him to the bonnet of the car and grappled away.
Later on it was in the news Lieutenant Gordan caught Falconey, with no mention of a masked vigilante.
