Sirens blared as flames licked the building; the cacophony could be heard blocks away from the disaster. Sane people were scrambling out of the exits and running away to safe distances, but on the seventh floor an idiot was stuffing copious amounts of drugs and money into a large black bag. Unbeknownst to him, a large figure was gliding towards the window.
When the glass shattered, the criminal flinched, quickly glancing over his shoulder for any impending danger. Fear contorted his handsome features and he immediately zipped the bag up to run towards the fire escape, but a large black fist halted his efforts. Pain shot throughout his whole body as if he had been electrified. The man fell backwards after a second blow caught his chin. He stumbled back through a doorway and attempted to block the fist coming straight for his face again, but he took a blow to his chest because he was unable to move fast enough to block the second hit. Falling over with a gasp, he coughed too hard and sucked too much smoke into his lungs.
The masked vigilante grabbed the culprit and threw him over a shoulder. With a free hand, the vigilante pulled out a grappling gun and shot it across to the next building before swinging out and up toward the roof top. The Gotham City Fire Department showed up only moments before the police who ended up surrounding the building below. The vigilante tied the villain's hands and feet together before making a stylish escape to the next building over.