Punisher: Gotham Nights

Chapter 1: A slaughterer slaughtered

July 6th: Gotham City

Abattoir ran with panic. Not again. Not again. Why were these damn vigilantes out for his blood? First that mad man who took over as Batman for a bit let him fall into a pit of molten metal. Now this guy. When the Hood resurrected him for the grand war against the heroes it was a beautiful second chance. Another chance to murder more of his tainted family. He gasped in pain. His bullet wound killed. Since when did Gotham's vigilantes start using guns? He knew the Huntress used a crossbow but actual guns! No. A dead end. He turned around. The vigilante stood there. His face was hidden by the night but he could see a long trench coat and a hungry, merciless skull on his chest. "Who are you?" Abattoir yelled. "Punishment," he said. He lifted his hand and there was a bang. The world went black.

July 7th: The crime scene

Batman landed silently in the alleyway. The GCPD had not arrived yet, after all it was a secluded alley in the heart of a crime ridden area. The dead body was slumped on the floor with blood splattered on the wall 6ft from the ground. He looked at the body. It was Abattoir, famous for an impulse to kill his family. At first glance there were only two bullet wounds, both had dried blood around it so he must have been murdered at least a day ago. He checked the wall behind the body for where the bullets exited. Only one, must be the kill shot. He pulled a single bullet from the wall. A Glock .98. The murderer must have shot Abattoir in the arm, chased him to the alley and finished him off. But where was the blood trail? He put on his chemical scanner and saw a thin trail. Bleach. The killer must have bleached the blood trail. This wasn't the style of an ordinary killer. Closer to a vigilante. No trail for police or civilians to follow but in a prime position for criminals to find. To make them fear. He must inform Gordon.

Punisher War Journal

My first hit was successful. More of Gotham's scum must be cleansed. The masks have been soft in this city. The only one who had enough balls to kill criminals was killed by demon worshippers. I will show Gotham what a true vigilante must be like. The Clown, the Bird, the Coin Flipper. All of them will see true punishment.