“Now what do we have here?” Bruce rumbles, coming up behind you and pressing himself up against your back. He has no qualms about getting up close and personal with you—not when you’re in his territory. He grins, purring into your shoulder, “You know you’re not supposed to be here.”

He knows exactly who you are: another vigilante on the hunt for criminals like him. You can’t beat him at his own game, though; you don’t find him, he finds you.

And now he’s got you right where he wants you.