[ EU ] Batman has to free some hostages in an abandoned building . Tell the story from one of the henchmen as his buddies get picked off and he gets progressively more terrified .

Save for the occasional errant gust of wind through one of the many broken windows, the building was entirely quiet. We had been given three orders: keep the lights off, maintain radio silence, and if you see a freak in a cape then fire at will. I was n't known for my itchy trigger finger, and though I'd often been credited with nerves of steel, I was certainly feeling edgy as I paced the long abandoned corridors of the complex. 
 
 The boss had n't told me why I was here patrolling, but when it came to the Penguin it was usually bad news, so I had n't bothered probing for further answers. I did n't think I was a bad-guy, but I had no false illusions; I certainly was n't a good guy. I knew who was coming for us, and I knew it would n't be long. 
 
 My eyes darted back and worth, scanning every darkened corner for a hint of the Caped Crusader. I felt a spike of unease as I realized I had n't seen any of the others for the past five minutes. `` I did n't hear anything, though,'' I thought to myself, trying in vain to convince myself I was still safe. I had my automatic rifle lifted in front of me, hands tight, safety off. I was spooked, there's no denying that; I was jumping at every little noise that echoed menacingly through the empty building. 
 
 That's when I heard it, the whooshing of rush air as something very large caught flight. It sounded like a parachute being deployed, and in my mind I pictured his jet-black cape catching wind as he glided across the room. I spun on the spot, rifle still up, scanning every direction frantically. Sweat had fully broken across my brow now, and as I wiped the beads from my forehead I heard a hollow crack from the shadows beyond. 
 
 My hands began to quiver uncontrollably, though I fought through it and steadied my rifle as best I could. I was aiming down the hallway now, squinting through the darkness for a hint of the source of the violent sounding percussion. After the longest 30 seconds of my life I decided that enough was enough, and I flicked on the flashlight attachment on my rifle. 
 
 Lying perfectly still 20 feet ahead of me was another guard, a pool of blood growing steadily around his head. My heart immediately began to jackhammer in my chest; I'd never been so scared in my life. 
 
 `` Show yourself!'' I screamed desperately, knowing I stood no chance and more than anything just wanting this to be over. 
 
 `` I was hoping you'd say that,'' I heard a raspy voice say from behind me. Startled, I spun as quickly as I could, though was met only by the cloaked fist of the Batman. I felt a hot rush of blood explode across my face as my nose shattered. Alone in the darkened building, everything then went black.
