The Capture

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The streets of Gotham where darker than usual that night , which was good for me, I walked down the shopping row numerous people tried to sell me there garbage but I ignored them I was looking for a victim, the selfish wealth of Gotham would be a nice pick but for tonight I think a low life will have to suffice. I picked out a young smoker who seems to be alone and grabbed his arms taking him into an alley at first he seemed relaxed at his current situation and did not struggle but when it was I stabbed him that he kicked off.

I took several punches to the chest but in the end I was the better fighter and I managed to kill him, then I cut the tally onto my arm, "279 kills," I laughed then more than ever, then I felt his presence but it was too late and my head was smashed against the wall and I was knocked out.

When I awoke I was in a white padded room and my fore head had been bandaged up, I tried to feel my wound but I was wearing a straight jacket "Urgh" I tried to pull apart my arms but I couldn't. That's when the door opened and a bearded man walked in wearing round glasses "hello Victor I'm Hugo Strange, I'll be your therapist"

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