Post by Deleted on Oct 5, 2015 21:12:11 GMT -5
A set of hellish eyes glistened in bright contrast against the darkness of the night sky, dagger-like pupils scanning the concrete landscape that spread out below, reflecting the neon lights that lined some of Gotham's most infamous streets. Shadows enveloped desolate alleys, but silence was not prevalent there. Shouts echoed throughout the street, of drunkenness and aggressive intentions, boisterous laughter shattering the creaking ambiance of the ominous East End. The inhabitants of the hostile realm were far from socially satisfactory. Gangs of armed men dipped in and out of the darkness, occasionally greeted by scantily clad females walking the dimly lit sidewalks. The glow of cigarettes and bin fires were as prevalent as the plump rats that skittered across the litter lined roads.
Their nightly routine was well documented by the less violent public, their lives riddled with abuse. The only emotions that thrived here were ones of hatred, and fear. The predators often made prey out of their own hunters, and victimized those that were foolish enough to stray into their territory. With crime being the normality of their lifestyles, they were expected to respond to threats with swift brutality. Often, they were interrupted where the police did not dare to stray, by a monster of their own creation, a symbol of terror that was yet to be silenced, running rampant through the heartless mobs to strike at their core with a ruthless savagery only the most twisted of minds could match.
His image curled gnarled fingers into their dreams, corrupting them into nightmares that brought them suddenly awake to the sound of their own frightened breath. Everyone knew his name. Batman. It lingered upon the lips of every warlord that so much as considered breaking the law. But while it was not enough to stop crime entirely, it certainly had the villains of Gotham City panicking, struggling to maintain control. They remained cautious, edgy, and hyper vigilant to the slightest sign of the threatening entity that stalked them from the darkness. And so it was natural, that they responded with such fright, to the shadow that glided over the streets below like a dreadful wraith.
Powerful limbs stretched forth as thick, leathery membranes, casting the ghastly black shape over the concrete below as the monstrous form descended, rows of deadly incisors glittering with malice as powerful jaws parted to emit an ear splitting shriek that nearly silenced the entire East End. The people that lingered below stared down their horror with wide eyes, before jerking free of the momentary paralysis of their distress, fleeing into the alleys and buildings that they hoped would provide some amount of protection from the monster that lurked overhead.
Though many mistook the beast as the cold and relentless Batman, the terrible creature was none other than the elusive Man-Bat, a far larger, and more lethal threat. He was not a common figure within the city, and so their wrongful assumptions were only natural, and they were right to be afraid.
The beast was enraged, he had been chased from his nests, interrupted whilst hunting, injured and battered, his talons flexed with the thought of tearing into flesh. But he was not on the hunt for prey that night. He sought out the safety of seclusion in which to establish a new base, of sorts, a place where he could reside and slumber during the day, and feast during the night. The East End was a place in which he was far less likely to be discovered than the other parts of Gotham city. There were few there that would dare to take action against him, and those that did would not live long to regret it.
It was not long before he came across a structure that seemed fairly empty, asides from the squatters that resided within. Once, it might have been an apartment building, but now it stood with cracked walls and dusty air. Parts of the roof were caved in. There was little doubt that the building was condemned, and would likely soon be demolished, though there were quite a few buildings in the eastern part of the city that were like it, and yet still stood, perhaps because there were few people willing to cash in on the land. The East End wasn't the best place for business, unless you were a criminal.
The Man-Bat landed upon the roof top, claws clicking against the rough surface as he crawled through one of the collapsed openings, finding himself within the confines of a dark, and empty room. The boards beneath his feet groaned, warning of their instability, but they would hold him. It was a satisfactory little burrow of brick and wood. The Man-Bat was not picky.
Over the next few days, he quickly established himself within the new, man-made den, destroying many of the walls on the top floor in which to make the space a bit more comfortable. He continued to raid the zoo for food, careful to avoid much attention, preferring to snatch his meals and carry them back to the old apartment building in which he could dine without fear of being interrupted. However, as security soon began to crawl over the zoo, the Man-Bat was cut off from his main source of food, and resorted to snatching dogs and cats from the streets nearby. This did not bode well for the homeless that had found companionship with many of the strays.
The legend of the giant bat began to spread. The news had already covered the attacks on the zoo. Rumors passed between the lower and upper class alike. A few blurry videos surfaced upon social media. There were those that would seek to hunt the beast. They would not be hunting for much longer.
Their nightly routine was well documented by the less violent public, their lives riddled with abuse. The only emotions that thrived here were ones of hatred, and fear. The predators often made prey out of their own hunters, and victimized those that were foolish enough to stray into their territory. With crime being the normality of their lifestyles, they were expected to respond to threats with swift brutality. Often, they were interrupted where the police did not dare to stray, by a monster of their own creation, a symbol of terror that was yet to be silenced, running rampant through the heartless mobs to strike at their core with a ruthless savagery only the most twisted of minds could match.
His image curled gnarled fingers into their dreams, corrupting them into nightmares that brought them suddenly awake to the sound of their own frightened breath. Everyone knew his name. Batman. It lingered upon the lips of every warlord that so much as considered breaking the law. But while it was not enough to stop crime entirely, it certainly had the villains of Gotham City panicking, struggling to maintain control. They remained cautious, edgy, and hyper vigilant to the slightest sign of the threatening entity that stalked them from the darkness. And so it was natural, that they responded with such fright, to the shadow that glided over the streets below like a dreadful wraith.
Powerful limbs stretched forth as thick, leathery membranes, casting the ghastly black shape over the concrete below as the monstrous form descended, rows of deadly incisors glittering with malice as powerful jaws parted to emit an ear splitting shriek that nearly silenced the entire East End. The people that lingered below stared down their horror with wide eyes, before jerking free of the momentary paralysis of their distress, fleeing into the alleys and buildings that they hoped would provide some amount of protection from the monster that lurked overhead.
Though many mistook the beast as the cold and relentless Batman, the terrible creature was none other than the elusive Man-Bat, a far larger, and more lethal threat. He was not a common figure within the city, and so their wrongful assumptions were only natural, and they were right to be afraid.
The beast was enraged, he had been chased from his nests, interrupted whilst hunting, injured and battered, his talons flexed with the thought of tearing into flesh. But he was not on the hunt for prey that night. He sought out the safety of seclusion in which to establish a new base, of sorts, a place where he could reside and slumber during the day, and feast during the night. The East End was a place in which he was far less likely to be discovered than the other parts of Gotham city. There were few there that would dare to take action against him, and those that did would not live long to regret it.
It was not long before he came across a structure that seemed fairly empty, asides from the squatters that resided within. Once, it might have been an apartment building, but now it stood with cracked walls and dusty air. Parts of the roof were caved in. There was little doubt that the building was condemned, and would likely soon be demolished, though there were quite a few buildings in the eastern part of the city that were like it, and yet still stood, perhaps because there were few people willing to cash in on the land. The East End wasn't the best place for business, unless you were a criminal.
The Man-Bat landed upon the roof top, claws clicking against the rough surface as he crawled through one of the collapsed openings, finding himself within the confines of a dark, and empty room. The boards beneath his feet groaned, warning of their instability, but they would hold him. It was a satisfactory little burrow of brick and wood. The Man-Bat was not picky.
Over the next few days, he quickly established himself within the new, man-made den, destroying many of the walls on the top floor in which to make the space a bit more comfortable. He continued to raid the zoo for food, careful to avoid much attention, preferring to snatch his meals and carry them back to the old apartment building in which he could dine without fear of being interrupted. However, as security soon began to crawl over the zoo, the Man-Bat was cut off from his main source of food, and resorted to snatching dogs and cats from the streets nearby. This did not bode well for the homeless that had found companionship with many of the strays.
The legend of the giant bat began to spread. The news had already covered the attacks on the zoo. Rumors passed between the lower and upper class alike. A few blurry videos surfaced upon social media. There were those that would seek to hunt the beast. They would not be hunting for much longer.