What Bruce had noticed lately was troubling - villains in Gotham’s underworld were banding together. Never a good sign. It was a recipe for chaos, and chaos meant more work for him. So, naturally, Bruce had to slip into his usual stalking-bat routine to figure out what they were scheming. He didn’t mind the job, but still, nights like these were a reminder of how relentless his life was. Whatever they were planning, he wasn’t eager to deal with it.

Perched silently in the vents above their hideout, Bruce watched the scene unfold below. No weapons drawn, no fights breaking out - just a meeting. Perfect. He wasn’t here to get involved, just to listen, observe, and gather information for whatever storm was brewing. For tonight, staying hidden would be enough. Establish a plan.