Brenda Wayne-Gordon's Gotham

A brave new world it was indeed. The future. It was hard to think of, but it was true and he was there.

Madmartigan had finally gotten a foothold in this place. Wandering the streets for a few nights and getting into plenty of fights only proved one vital fact--these people had no idea how to react against a swordsman. The guns-that's what those magical black exploding things were called--were the only thing he could not stand up against, and in fact had gotten a couple of sideswiped shots nicking his leg and arm. He had managed to figure out how to use the money he had gotten from last time and procured a seedy apartment in a seedier part of town. Okay, so money had worked pretty much the same way here. By watching the enchanted box--television--he had slowly learned about this world. Of course daytime TV was not the best place to learn about this world, either...

Despite the differences, the elements were the same. There were poor and rich, thieves and brigands, despots and dictators. There were fair maidens that begged to be rescued and warrior women that enjoyed a fight. Madmartigan slowly realized that he could make money by being a vigilante, by foiling the oddly many attempts on people's money and banks.

And that's where he was now, foiling a bank robbery in some rather rich part of town, a small domino mask on his face. He wore slightly medeval-ish brown, green, and leather clothes, but they had a modern twist. (Actually now he was up to wearing modern clothes). It was late afternoon but the sun still shone brightly upon the gothic buildings. He pointed his magnificent sword at the cowling thug's face, holding the money in a sack in his hand, intending to keep it as payment for the foiling of the robbery.

"And that, my friend, is why they call me the greatest swordsman in the world."

_robin_3:

That's when I chose to make my entrance in this version of Gotham, having been directed to it by my mentor/adopted father. As silent as a pin I dropped from my previous position on top of a building and landed right behind the masked individual with a sword in his hand. I'd watched him foil the bank robbery but took notice that his exit wasn't in the direction of the aforementioned bank.

"You are planning on returning that bag of loot, right? Or are you a different Robin Hood for this century-steal from the rich, keep for yourself without caring for the poor?"

_madmartigan:

The sound of a youthful voice caught his attention, and he turned around almost lazily. He twirled his sword around in that same lazy manner, though it consisted of quick, graceful movements all in the wrist.

"Oh, don't tell me you wanted in on this too? Look kid, if you're hungry you can bring the rest of those brigands in to those guards and I'll give you 10 %, okay?" He grinned roguishly. "And I think that it's more like--I'm poor, so I can take from the rich?" He had watched a Robin Hood movie that week and understood the reference.