It's another awful night in Gotham. Cold, cloudy, dark. The perfect time for a job. Freshly out of Blackgate you found yourself in need of work. Sadly a young man with no work history and a criminal record finds little opportunity for legal gainful employment. You, like many others in this city have turned to a life of crime to make ends meet. You've tried begging to no avail in this heartless place. You've tried to go through the shelters. You're not a bad person. Tonight, however, you are just a goon.

You've fallen in with...
>(a)
>Anarkists.
>Bane's gang.
>Penguin's thugs.
>Black Mask's mafia.
>Riddler's... guys.
>No one. Fully Freelance, but on the Lucky Hand's payroll tonight.

You're waiting for a certain truck to pull by. Follow it, jump it, steal it. Though you imagine whatever's in the back is what's important. Thankfully you've got a bit of leg up on the common goon. The same thing that got you locked up.

You're...
>(b)
>Built different. You're stronger, faster, tougher. You couldn't be beaten by any of the kids in the wrestling club. Some of the adults, too. You're not superhuman or anything. Just a little extra.
>Techie. You were building zip-guns in elementary school, bombs in kindergarten, even made a tiny tank with a little cannon and everything!
>Medically inclined. You've a fair hand at making stimulants, toxins, and various other questionable substances.
>An alchemist. Surprise, magic is real. You learned how to make small crystals that, if charged with mana, explode when broken.

Naturally as a certified outlier, you've got a quirk or eccentricity about you..
>(c)
>Friend of crows. You snuck food for the birds while you were in prison. You got a pet crow from it, and most of the crows in and around the city are pals. Sometimes they even bring you junk.
>Blue eyes. Very blue eyes. Things are so bright they just about glow. You've also been told you don't blink so much.
>Compulsive disorder. You're very particular. Everything has a place and you'll find it. Thankfully it isn't so bad as to impede your work.
>Garish fashion sense. For some reason everyone always seems to hate your outfits. You don't get it, they look fine when you put them on in the morning.
>No you don't. You're just a regular guy. Who says you're a weirdo?
>Write-in.

And lastly
>what is your name? You can include a pseudonym as well as your real name, if you'd like. You can introduce yourself however you fancy in the future of course.