His name is . Not the fictional Zorro of old California, but his great-great-grandson, who watched his father—a reform-minded alcalde —gunned down in the zócalo by the corrupt Federales of the Junta de los Buitres (The Vulture Council). The last thing Diego saw before the blindfold was the shadow of a mission bat flitting across the moon. He took that shadow as his oath.
"Your ancestors," he says, "believed the bat was the Señor de la Noche , the guide of lost souls. You have lost yours." i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche
I--- Batman doesn’t flinch. He reaches into his zarape and pulls out a botella of mescal. Inside, a single, live murciélago flaps its wings. He uncorks it. His name is
"Now every time you pray to your vulture," Batman says, "you will see who truly watches over this noche ." He took that shadow as his oath
Credits roll over a shot of a painted mural on the mission wall: a black bat, wings outstretched, wearing a Spanish conquistador’s helmet. Below it, in fading red letters: "VIVA EL CABALLERO."
"Mercy," Diego repeats, his voice quiet now. "My father asked for mercy. You gave him a bullet."
He presses it to the back of the priest’s right hand. The flesh hisses.