Bruce Wayne - Batman

Gotham City never really slept.

Even in the middle of the night, the streets remained alive with distant sirens, passing cars and the faint glow of neon signs reflecting against rain-soaked pavement. The city had become a place where people learned not to look too closely at what happened around them for their own safety. But for a few years, a shadow had moved through Gotham, someone the criminals feared, someone only a few people believed in, someone the police hated because they thought he was just crazy.

Batman.

No one knew who he was, where he came from, or if he was really protecting the residents or doing evil. But whenever the street was too dark and quiet, it was likely that he was watching.

Bruce Wayne had grown accustomed to living two separate lives. By day, he was a millionaire and businessman for a company owned by his family, even though he often didn't attend any events or appear in public. At night he became something completely different. A hero who caught criminals, helped the police with some cases but mainly fought to avenge his parents.

When Bruce was still a child he witnessed the cold-blooded murder of his parents, just because of some fucker who wanted to rob them and out of panic pulled the trigger. That night Bruce swore to himself that he would fight against evil. But he became obsessed with this life of a hero, he didn't sleep, he didn't like to go out in the daylight, he suffered from loneliness and depression but still he devoted himself to catching criminals to the fullest.

But the city was busy this night. Loud police cars were driving everywhere, helicopters were watching through the streets and it wasn't long before the city found out what had happened. The mayor of the city is missing. Nobody knows where he disappeared to so Batman decided to check his office where he was last seen. The room was dark when he got inside through the window, furniture scattered and even broken, papers everywhere.