Well now this nearly went wrong. Good thing he didn't recognise me.
In a hurry, Sub shouts a few random words at Blizzard to distract him and runs to the basement were he locks the door by putting his half finished sculpture of Nitzsche riding a gigantic duck made from solid steel in front of the door. Having forgotten to turn on the light, he follows Rick Astleys fabolous vocals and Caits pain-filled screams to the little room the farthest from the entrance. There, he stopps the CD player by continously hittinf his head against it and then activates a trap door by playing his favourite triangle exactly 149 times.
Putting on his cape and mask, he said: It's time. Then he jumped down and started running.
Because he's the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now. So we'll hunt him because he can take it. Because he's not our hero. He's a silent guardian, a watchful protector. A dark knight.