The city was lit brightly in the darkened skies, the symbol that the world was going dark. One man sat on top of a building, his eyes piercing through his dark attire. He was the city's protector, the Dark Knight of Gotham City. When the only lights in the sky was that from barely visible stars and airplanes, the man jumped off the building. His black cape whipping behind him, helping him glide through the air like a bat. His ear-phone picked up a yelling for help in a nearby alley, something all to common since his recent vigilante break. The man landed in a crouching position before pulling out a Bat shaped weapon. She quickly ran listening for the distressed signals his ear-phone had given him. He quickly turned the corner noticing an empty wall. He quickly turned around looking for an signs of fowl-play. The moment he thought it he saw a chicken pass by. He shook his head in disappointment before walking over to the chicken and picking it up, "Well, this wasn't what I was..." He felt something slam into the back of his head. He looked around barely seeing anything but a silver thing that a blurry image of a man was carrying. He felt a tightness around his neck before losing consciousness.