1:35 AM. The loathsome streets of Gotham. You're a common criminal running from the GCPD. You decide to duck into a darkened alley for cover. Hiding in the shadows as the cruises race by, lights and sirens blazing, you smirk. You think you're in the clear as you attempt to catch your breathe. Suddenly, a feeling of eerie discomfort overwhelms you, as if you're being watched. You whirl around to find yourself staring up at a pair of menacingly disembodied, glowing white eyes. You cry out as you fall back onto the cold, wet pavement. Feebly clawing your way out of the shadows, your eyes remain locked in a terrifyingly, hypnotic stare with what can only be described as a towering demon!
Finally reaching the cool, blue-green glow of a humming street lamp, you run your back up against the pole, sitting half paralyzed with fear as the otherworldly eyes continue to advance. The "monster" reaches the edge of your luminescent sanctuary and you cringe, the thought of becoming a living feast running through your mind. As you brace yourself for the impending agony, you hear a whoosh of something being thrown; the street light above shatters and goes out, leaving you engulfed in complete darkness. As the eyes stop within inches of yours, they narrow slightly as if looking deep into your soul - judging it. You hear a disturbingly deep, icy voice calmly command you to turn yourself in or it will hunt you down. The white glowing eyes then fade to nothing, leaving you with a cold, tingling spine and warm, wet pants.
At that moment, the all-too-familiar dance of red and blue illuminates the surrounding street and buildings in front of you, accompanied by several pairs of screeching tires. You don't even notice the uniformed officers quickly approaching you from behind, as your gaze remains locked with the now lit emptiness in front of you. As you're yanked to your feet and handcuffed, the shock grips your senses as you realize that just seconds before you shared that darkened void with the devil himself. The forceful clutches of your "saviors" are a comforting alternative to what could have been.