As usual it is a dark, dreary, and spooky night in Gotham. Especially for nine year old Lucy Hartigan. She was at the movies, where her mom had dropped her off before work. When the movie was over her mom's boyfriend was supposed to pick her up and take her home. He didn't show up, and the theater closed, so now Lucy is trying to walk home.

She has walked the rout before, but never at night, because her mom told her it wasn't safe. Bad things happen in the city at night. She has walked two blocks, she just needs to walk four blocks more to reach home. Out of an alleyway across the street walks a man with slick hair, dressed in blue jeans and jean jacket. He steps in front of Lucy, blocking her way. "Where are you going little girl?" he asks.

"I'm just walking home. I'm sorry mister, but I'm not supposed to talk to strangers, so goodbye," she answers and tries to walk around him.

The man flips open a switchblade and Lucy slowly backs away in fear, "Don't worry little girl, we are about to get to know each other real well," he tells her. Lucy backs way from him until she hits an ally wall and can move no further. The man smiles and stops a few steps away from her. Then he pulls down the fly of his pants, "Be a good little girl, and I might even take you home when I'm done," he says. Lucy presses herself against the wall as the man approaches, she is too frightened to scream.

From the rooftops swoops down a shadowy figure, who snatches up the man and carries him screaming into the darkness above. Lucy can hear the man cry, apologize, and beg. Then she hears him scream in pain. Lucy can hear him scream for several minutes, coming from different rooftops, as if the man was being tossed around by an angry god. Suddenly the scream stops.

Lucy has heard storys about a thing in the night. This thing, this Batman, was said to come and get you if you do bad things. Now Lucy knows that the storys are true. The shadowy figure lowers itself to the street and approaches the girl. In the dark he looks huge, bigger than any real man, with long ears above his head, and wings that drape over his shoulders and down his back. Where eyes should be are white slits that look down at her. "Um...thank you Batman...sir?" she rambles.

The Batman kneels down low to look into her eyes, "Where do you live?" he asks.

His voice is deep and unlike any she has ever heard, "I live on Wayne street, on the fifth floor of the apartment building across from the dry-cleaners, in apartment number 423," she answers.

The Batman stands and reaches a hand down to her. The hand is as black as the rest of him, and three blade like spikes come out in a row down his forearm behind the wrists. Despite this, and the fact that she is still afraid, she takes his hand. He reaches down and picks her up, and hold her to his chest, as his wings/cape fall around her covering her in darkness. She feels him lift his arm, and she hears a weird sound, then she feels them being lifted high into the air.

She feels when his feet hit rooftop, and she squeezes her eyes shut as he runs and leaps through the night. After a small frightened eternity, she hears a window open and feels warm air. She opens her eyes as the Batman sets her down in her room in her and her mom's apartment. She looks at him as he hangs outside of her window. The light of the room shows a human mouth in the Batman's mask, almost to assure her that he is person after all. Lucy smiles at the Dark Knight and says, "Thank you mister Batman." The Batman gives her half a smirk, then drops from sight. Lucy looks out the window, but sees no sign of him anywhere.

Later that night her mom comes home and is relieved to see her there. She calls her now ex boyfriend some bad names and hugs Lucy close. Before the girl goes to bed, she turns on her tv. On the news Vicky Vale reports that a suspect for several child rapes in Bludhaven has been apprehended by the GCPD. They show his picture, and although he has been severely beaten, Lucy still recognizes him as the man from the ally. She turns off the tv and goes to bed, safe in the knowledge that the storys about what the bad things fear are true.