PROLOGUE "Little Green Bag" The Colossi began to position themselves around Gotham, destroying the bridges and then standing around the city, guards against the world. Valus on one corner, Gaius on another, Barba on the other side, and finally, Argus stood on the end. They surrounded the town, just waiting for someone to dare come and rest them. Just to see what would happen. "Looking back, on the track, for a little green bag..." Avion flew ahead, searching for any sign of danger, now putting his eye on a masked figure with a black cape. The giant bird began pursuit. "Gotta find, just the kind, for losing my mind!" The figure did a quick dodge as Avion swooped down and nearly destroyed him with its beak, instead gripping onto a building. "Outta sight, in the night, outta sight in the day..." Batman was then stopped, as Avion flew above him, a fist flew into his face. "Hello, Batman." Bane stepped over him, grabbing him by the neck. He had been following him. "Looking back, on the track, gonna do it my way!" Avion flew away, now looking upon the other eleven colossi heading away from Gotham, causing more and more destruction. "Outta sight, in the night, outta sight in the day..." Cenobia jumped on to a cop, ripping a piece of flesh out from him, then spitting it out onto the pavement. "Looking back, on the track, gonna do it my way!" "Look back!" Bane's troops ran through Gotham city, shooting down police officers, as you begin to run away. You're pretty fucked, man. "Looking for some happiness but there is only loneliness to find..." That's when one of Batman's previous tanks come piling down the street, blasting Little Green Bag from the speakers, and a missile comes flying from its cannon. You're nearly destroyed by the explosion when suddenly you feel yourself getting pulled off to the side. "Jump to the left, turn to the right!" You look at your savior, seeing a man with a mustache and glasses. "Commissioner Jim Gordon, bud. You nearly got yourself blown to bits, good thing I saved you." Another one of Batman's tanks come rolling down the street, and you and the good Commissioner run into a nearby building, which appears to be the town hall. You look outside to see the group of men beginning to shoot at you, as groups of the fuckers begin blasting missiles towards you. Yep, you're pretty fucked. "Lookin' upstairs, lookin' behind!"