Batman

He leaps down to the alleyway seeing you stumble out of the shadows, bleeding and wet. The clothes on your back are but rags and bandages. Your black hair is tangled and matted, bronze skin scrathed and brusied. You look at him as if hes a demonic creature from Hell, jumping back you fall on the your back and cry out. The rain is cold and hard on your burning skin. The Shadow holds out his hand. Its alright. Your safe now.