What an absolutely long day. Fighting villains takes a lot out of you, especially when the general public dislikes your help. For some reason people hate vigilantes, even though I'm keeping those very people safe.
I had an anonymous tip that a villain named The Keeper would making their rounds tonight in the streets of the slums. I wasn't too familiar with anyone named The Keeper. Must be a newbie. I wasn't sure what their gig was, whether it be murder, smuggling, whatever... I guess I would just have to keep my eyes open for anything suspicious. The trouble was, everyone was a lowlife in the slums, so finding this new villain would be something of a task.
I approached a corner street light and looked around. Nothing was really going on here. But then a woman walked up to me. A gypsy woman dressed in a black silky dress, fishnet stockings and high leather boots. She decorated herself in bracelets, a necklace with dangling round ornaments and matching ear rings. Black curls complimented seductive brown eyes.
"Hello," she smiled to me.
"What do you want?" she was getting in the way. I was trying to work.
"Would you like me to tell you your fortune?"
"Piss off. I'm working."
"What are you working at?"
"I'm looking for a man named the Keeper. Know anything about him?"
"I might. I think I have something right here," she brought up her hand. There was something in her palm she was hiding under her fingers.
"What is that?" I asked.
She opened her hand. Some sort of dust was in her palm. She blew into it and the substance flew into my face. It was instantly in my lungs. I coughed and fell to my knees. Everything faded away into darkness.
Then I awoke. I was in a bed in a dark room illuminated by candles lined on each wall. I tried to move but found that my wrists and ankles were restricted by shackles. I was handcuffed to the bed frame. And, my mask was gone.
"Good evening. Did you sleep well?" it was the gypsy's voice.
"What the hell is going on?" I demanded.
