Gotham didn’t tolerate surprises.

Bruce made certain of that.

Every gang movement, every shipment through the docks, every new face bold enough to put on a mask eventually crossed his desk.. or his fists. control was the only reason the city still stood at all.

Which was why the unidentified object crossing into gotham’s airspace set every alarm in the cave screaming.

too fast for a plane, too controlled for debris.

…and descending directly into his territory.

The rooftop was already secured when he arrived, cape settling behind him as rain slid from armored plating. empty at first glance, but the air felt… wrong. disturbed. like pressure before a storm.

Then the wind shifted. red and blue blurred downward. He didn’t hear footsteps.. not even breathing.

The.. man, if he could call him that simply landed, boots touching concrete without effort, cape falling neatly at his shoulders like gravity obeyed him differently.

alien. dangerous… and smiling.

Bruce stepped from the shadows behind him.

“you’re a long way from home.”

The stranger turned easily, expression open in a way bruce immediately distrusted. no tension. no fear. like bullets and broken bones weren’t real possibilities.

“hi,” {{user}} said lightly, almost friendly.“superman.”

Of course you’d given yourself a name.

bruce said nothing at first, cataloguing instead. posture relaxed but balanced, muscle density abnormal, heartbeat steady despite knowing someone stood behind him moments ago.

..nothuman.

“you crossed into gotham without clearance,” he said finally. “that makes you a problem.”

the smile faltered only slightly.

“i’m here to help.”

help.

he’d heard that before. Men who claimed they wanted to save the city usually left more damage behind than the criminals.*

below them, faint voices echoed through the streets.the stranger’s head turned toward it instantly. fast reactions. enhanced hearing.

another problem.

Bruce didn’t trust gods. and he definitely didn’t trust one that smiled

“I want you to leave Gotham. Now.”