DC Needs Its Own Mutants

Speaking of a low, rumbling voice.

And nighttime operations.

The first figure any Gothamite thought of was, of course, the Dark Knight, Batman.

Add to that the fact that even without rumors, every Gothamite knew Batman liked prowling around Crime Alley and showed up there every so often, so the drunken man directly pinning a Batman rumor on him fit the usual train of thought perfectly.

The Black guy's gift for language was as exceptional as his gift for lying. Even when something had never happened at all, they could still describe it so vividly it sounded as if they had seen it with their own eyes.

"Yes! I remember now! It was Batman! I swear on my old man that this was definitely the tragedy I witnessed!" the Black thug promised, thumping his chest.

Although for a Black man who had basically never seen his actual father since childhood, swearing on his father was honestly convincing nowhere, the cops still began to look thoughtful.

"Batman?"

The two cops glanced at each other, their looks turning a little subtle. If Batman was involved, then this was not something they could handle by just grabbing some random person as a scapegoat. The big shots upstairs always had a very ambiguous attitude toward cases "involving Batman." Sometimes they demanded a thorough investigation, and sometimes they hinted not to dig too deep.

Still.

Most cases involving Batman would be handed straight over to other relevant people. If they used Batman as the excuse, they could even skip arresting anyone and writing a report.

Seeing the cops hesitate, the drunk thought they did not believe him. To get himself out of this, he threw caution to the wind too, thumping his chest as he swore, "I'm telling the truth! Officer! I saw it with