Gotham's Story

"A kid after my own heart," Wildcat exclaims. "Wait 'til you see what trouble you've gotten yourself into!" And trouble you did receive. Though you were young, he put you in the ring with other boxers in the training gym that he runs as his alter ego. Most nights, you went to sleep with new bruises and scrapes, but you also had new knowledge. Though it took months of fighting and years of training, you were able to win against every fighter that walked into the gym. Wildcat was impressed until you until the day that you beat him in the ring. Then he was proud.
Your first time out in the field, you learned how dangerous it can be when you bring fists to a gunfight. As Wildcat stitched your superficial- but dangerously close- wounds, you decided that you too needed an image for yourself. Something that would be stealthy and would wear shadows like a cloak. You decided upon a bat, partly because of your fear of them, and partly because you wanted other people to be afraid. The best fight is one where you don't have to throw a punch, Wildcat often says.
Now the city looks to you as their Batman. You are a boon to the press, but criminals look at you in fear. You have faced supervillians that are stronger, faster and have more resources, but you have willpower and determination that cannot be matched.
Batman will never lose.
End Of Story