TW: VIOLENCE AND COARSE LANGUAGE.

Her name was Liza. She had ringlets of hair that were just as golden as the wheat fields of Kansas that saw her grow as a child. It was from Smallville, Kansas that she originated. The farm girl saw the bright lights of the big city and heard them calling to her. She left behind the family farm with dreams that were high as the sky itself. Metropolis was where she set off to accomplish those dreams. The Big Apricot was calling her name.

Just as high goals are often set, unfortunately they are often destroyed by those who would prey upon the innocent. Liza met with an unscrupulous talent agent who took all her money. She lost all the modest gains she'd accomplished and found herself on the street. Metropolis had been unkind to the girl but she found her way to a shelter that was funded by Wayne Enterprises in Gotham City. This was the chance she never imagined she'd ever get.

The Shelter offered her a chance to enroll in Gotham City University to better herself if she wanted to do so. Liza took them up on their offer. She was studying to be a teacher. One night after classes she'd gotten off the bus and started walking toward the Shelter. It was late on this particular night and the moon was full overhead.

This particular Shelter was in an area of Gotham City known as Suicide Slum. The representatives from Wayne Enterprises that ran this place often encouraged them to never be out after dark. Liza usually did listen to them but on this frigid night, she didn't. She held her books to her chest and tried to walk as fast as she could. She kept her eyes straight ahead. It wasn't that far from the bus stop to the Shelter. She was almost there.

A strong hand reached from nowhere to clamp down on the unsuspecting girl's arm. She was pulled into an alley just across from The Monarch Theatre. Her books fell to the ground as she was pulled into this alley. She felt her head slam against the concrete and brick. A warm sensation filled the back of her head that followed with her golden curls being stained crimson. Her captor was a man with a stench that resembled stale beer and cigarettes. The massive comb over was a pathetic attempt to hide his shiny bald head. "Come on Sweet Thing. Me n the boys saw you take so much c*ck that it made us hard fer days. You know you want this monster…" He kept pushing his erection against her trying to pry apart her legs.

She was screaming so loud she was about to go hoarse. Liza struggled against this human pig as best she could but due to the concussion, she was starting to lose consciousness fast. She was in that twilight stage between consciousness and unconsciousness when she heard this sound. It was like metal flying through the air that was traveling in a spinning motion. The pig cried out in a loud voice letting her fall to the ground.

She fell to the ground between her books just laying there. Her own blood stained the pages that fell around her. There was something else there. She tried to focus her jade hues upon it but she wasn't sure what it was. Her brain started to clear as did her vision. What she saw made her scream again. It was a severed male organ lying there. Her attacker had been castrated violently. She could hear the sounds of sirens approaching just as she lost consciousness.

Running along the tops of the buildings dressed like a giant bat, was the man that was Gotham's Guardian. He called himself The Batman. He reached the place where he'd left his stealth vehicle known as The Batmobile. He leapt from the edge of the building gliding toward the cockpit that slid open as it was activated by a control in his gauntlet. Once inside, the top closed over him. The vehicle was already operational. The voice that greeted him was a proper accent originally from the heart of London. "There has to be something remotely satisfying about putting down a piece of human filth."

The man under the cowl subtly smirked. "You could say that." In his mind, he played back the entire scene. It was definitely rewarding.

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He was watching from the rooftops as the girl, Liza exited the bus. She was trying her best to get to safety as quickly as she could. He knew the girl from the first moments she was brought to the shelter. She'd gotten an agent who had a group of "cam girls" that was a front for the Falcones in Metropolis. When she tried to do right and break away, it caused a ruckus. It was the type of ruckus that the Falcones didn't like. He pulled a few strings to get the girl to safety in Gotham.

She was being followed by some pig who usually beat his wife often enough in the other side of Suicide Slum. That's when Batman sprung into action.

The Batarang left his hand heading straight for its mark. He was aiming to castrate the bastard and succeeded. He already had his faithful point man make the call to GCPD and to the ambulance services. His moral code kept him from killing but it didn't keep him from excessive force in apprehending a subject. Once the bloody organ landed on the ground, Batman jumped into the alley. His right foot connected to the back of the head of the pig who sought to hurt this girl who was trying to better her life. He was already in pain from the sudden castration. He was knocked into complete unconsciousness without Batman even breaking a sweat. When the sirens were getting closer, that was his cue to leave.

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"You'll be relieved to know that the girl will make a full recovery. Her assailant is in surgery as they try to attach. …. his…" The British man appeared on the computer screen inside the stealth vehicle. He didn't say anything. He simply smiled with a twinkle in his eye. "You're inordinately proud of yourself for that one aren't you Master Bruce."

Bruce Wayne, billionaire Playboy and philanthropist was the man under the cowl. He was still behind the wheel of the vehicle as it raced through the streets of Gotham City. "Yes. Yes I am Alfred. It was a good way to start the night. Unfortunately we have a lot of work to do. I hope you've got plenty of tea handy."

"Don't I always?" He replied with his own confident aire. Alfred Pennyworth had been in the employ of the Wayne Family for longer than he cared to admit. He'd essentially raised the boy since his parents had been murdered in front of The Monarch Theatre. This whole crusade as Batman was something Bruce had to do. Alfred understood all too well. All he could do was continue to be the Guardian Angel of a Wayward Son who had some powerful demons to fight. There were no deadlines on all this as far as Alfred was concerned. Doing good was not a job. It was a duty in which Bruce was called. Alfred would always be by his side no matter how long the journey took.