It was a quiet cold night, a rare break from the usual chaos, no echoing mad laughter or stray penguins braying in the streets. Vinny prowled through the dark alley, flicking his switchblade open and shut, feeling tougher than he probably should. He just made a big score, selling fake Bane signed posters "You merely adopted the dark. I was born in it, molded by it". He had gotten some decent cash and a taste of respect on the streets. Tonight, he was after a much bigger prize.