Bugsy McCugsy sweated buckets as he slowly picked the bank vault’s lock. His plan to sleep overnight at the bank had been just like his vest—bulletproof. He heard a series of clicks that let his perfectly trained ears know to tell his brain what he already knew in his heart was true: the lock had been picked. He straightened up, and with his signature style and grace he opened the safe with a flourish.

“Wait a minute!” he shouted. “Where’s all the dimonds and jewels?”

“SAFE FROM A PUNK LIKE YOU” growled a voice behind him.

“Buh-buh-buh-BATMAN?” whimpered the cowardly Bugsy.

But the only answer he got was a fist right in the kisser. Bugsy went down like a sack of potatoes. He rolled over and scrambled towards the door when suddenly a heavy foot came down on his neck, paralyzing him for life. Suddenly, a loud shot rang out as the unknown vigilante shot him in the brains. Bugsy was dead.

“LOOKS LIKE CRIME DOESN’T PAY AFTER ALL” said the masked crusader.

BUT WHO WAS IT???

comment your guess plz