Batman: The Night's Retribution

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Night falls over Gotham City, the air thick with tension. The high, shadowy rooftops loom, a perfect vantage for the Dark Knight. With a sudden movement, Batman steps off the ledge of a crumbling building, his cape unfurling like the wings of a predator. The rush of air embraces him, swirling around as he glides through the darkness, a specter of retribution.

Down below, a thief bolts from a dimly lit house, clutching a bag filled with stolen goods. Heart pounding, he races through the alleyways, desperate to escape. But the shadows shift, and out of nowhere, a haunting figure descends. The moon casts an eerie glow on the caped crusader, his silhouette striking terror in the hearts of the wicked.

The criminal glances over his shoulder, panic washing over him as he hears the rush of air. He stumbles, fear gripping him as he catches sight of the looming figure above, eyes fierce and unyielding. Before he can react, Batman lands with a thunderous crash, dropping down in front of him with an intensity that paralyzes.

"Did you really think you could get away?" Batman’s voice is a deep growl, echoing through the stillness of the night. The thief freezes, eyes wide with dread, realizing the nightmare he’s facing.

Batman steps forward, an imposing shadow, his presence crushing. "This isn’t a game. Gotham is not yours to pillage." The criminal stumbles back, but there's nowhere to flee. The sound of sirens in the distance confirms that the chase is over.

“You’ve chosen poorly,” Batman declares, his cape billowing like a shroud around him. As he advances, the flickering streetlight catches the enigmatic glint in his eyes, a chilling reminder that there’s no escaping justice in Gotham. The thief falls to his knees, defeated, as the shadows close in around them both.

With a swift motion, Batman cuffs the criminal, his grip like iron, and drags him back into the depths of night, where only screams and justice thrive.