My breath quickens as I run down the dark alley. I can feel the stitch in my side burning as I keep running.
I don't exactly know what's back there, but I do know I don't like it.
This is my first time in Gotham, but these brick walls I'm running between seem oddly familiar, like I've been here before.
Then
From above the roof, I watch in silence as the men walk out the factory backdoor and into the truck with arms full of stolen merchandise.
I have no idea how I know they're stolen, or exactly why I'm here. I just know they're bad men and they need to be punished.
Throwing the oddly shaped shuirken from my hands, I leap from the rooftop and land in the middle of the small group of men. The shuriken strikes one of the men in the head and he collapses to the ground.
"Oh ****," one of them cries as they drop all the stolen goods in their hands.
I let a growl out as I throw my foot up and strike one dead in the face. He clambers back and crashes into two of his friends.
Not counting the one I disabled with the throwing weapon, I have five left.
The sound of a blunt object flying through the air fills my ears just as I duck and avoid the lead pipe. Reaching up, I grab the attacker by the wrist and twist it until I hear the dry pop that confrims the bone is broke. He cries out and falls to his knees as I drive my fist into his face.
Four left.
Two try to double team me, I move quickly and closeline one hard while I take my free arm and grab him by the throat, I drive him into the pavement with a loud thud.
Two left.
The sound of heavy footsteps on pavement tells me one is coming from behind, I spin fast and roundhouse kick him into unconsciousness.
One left.
He leans against the truck, a look of fear in his eyes as I grab him by the collar.
"What are you?!"
I narrow my eyes as I hold him up.
"I'm Batman," I say as I headbutt him into submission.
Now
I fall to the ground and convulse as the memories come flooding back. Mother and Father's bodies staring up lifelessly from the pavement, Alfred's dry wit, Dick somersaulting in his Robin costume, Jason's body laying limp in my arms, the sound of Bane breaking my back, and Joker's horrible laugh. Good and bad, the memories all come back.
I slowly pick myself up from the pavement, looking around at the dark alley.
Gotham City. My city and I'm back.
I am no longer The Demon's Head. I'm Bruce Wayne.
Now it's time to go back to work.