The cold relentless rain drizzled softly, slowly dissipating the warm moist cloud that accumulated on the glass, as he let out an ululated sigh. A slow burning hatred had emerged in his heart as he stared out of his apartment window at the low hanging storm clouds that quietly reflect the outline of a bat; a symbolized calling card of a vigilante. The Vigilante.

By right of his superior intelligence, he was destined to rule this planet; he had an empirical mandate. Unfortunately, his well laid plans had been foiled, time and again, by someone who had a crime-fighting psychosis that involved flying rodents. The Rampage of the Rodent was to come to an end; Krulltar’s rise to power was at hand.

He turned and sat at his desk. The glow of the computer encased him as he intricately outlined his plan. Nothing could stop him this time. His retribution would be cold and swift.