Cracking masks

Prolauge

I looked around the empty, silent eyes hidden under my cloak. I looked to see someone running on the rooftops, carrying a woman in their arms. I smirked, jumping onto the roofs. "Nathan!" I shouted at my butler, running beside me. He nodded, throwing several daggers at the man. He hit the mans legs, dropping the girl and falling off the roofs. I cought the girl while he tied the man up and set a note beside the man. "Your leaving a trail, you know." I warned, setting the uncontious woman down gently.
"I know, but it's nice to let the police know they have an ally." He responded. I nodded. "Take her home, I need to do something on the way home." I ordered. Edwin nodded, picking up the girl. "Anything else, master? I shook my head, watching him leave, running on the rooftops. I turned around on my heels, seeing a cop right behind me. He had me at gunpoint. "Sir, I ask you to drop the gun." I asked, raising my hands slowly.
"Get on your knees!" He shouted at me, ignoring my statement. "Sir, I just saved someone. Once again, please drop the gun." I replied, still standing. "I'll want proof." He replied. I handed him an envelope. "Open it, you wanted proof." I asked. I walked away, hearing screams in the distance.
The same old routine, same old. "When will people learn!?" I cursed under my breath. I stopped in my tracks, seeing a necklace on the ground. I picked it up. "I must have dropped it earlier..." I muttered, putting it on.
Same old, same old. Maskquarade of dangers, forest of wonders. I'm hated, seemed loved. I'm ugly, seemed beautiful.
The usual black and white image of steryotypes. Same thing as usual.