My name is Bilal Asselah. I began a life of crime fighting when I saw my beloved home, Paris, was no longer being properly cared for.
This had caused Bruce Wayne himself appoint me as Le Batman of France and allowed for me to obtain training by the younger of the two Batmans.
This is my story.
Double? No. No doubles. Possible replacement? Likely. Referring to other incarnations of self? Likely former. But no doubles.
Nightrunner. Acknowledge gesture, but do not like physical contact. Politely turn down handshake, but it is not out of disrespect.
Question.
Bilal’s English was not the best and he hoped that the other man understood French when he dropped his hand back down to his side.
<Are you asking me a question? If so, I do not understand what it is, sir.>
nothingtofearbut started following you
missspade started following you
roar-ing20s started following you
lebatmanoffrance started following youPreviously preoccupied. Unable to address these.
Unsure if wise idea to. See you there, Doctor Crane.
Bilal recognized the mask but the fact that the person occupying it was a man confused him. “Bonjour. I believe I’ve met your double, I think. I’m Nightrunner,” he said as he extended his hand.
