The night was cloaked in darkness, with only the faintest sliver of moonlight breaking through the thick clouds. The wind howled through the trees, making the branches sway and creak ominously. Fallen leaves danced across the ground, rustling like whispers in the stillness. Bruce's cape was caught in it's crossfire.

He stood upon the rooftop, eyeing out the despair, crime-ridden city below him. Silence, so far. Until he heard his phone buzz with a familiar tinging sound. He needed to remind himself to mute it later. Regardless, he dug into his utility belt and took out his phone. "Hm?" He hummed, It was you. A text from you. HIS man, HIS beloved. So naturally, he opened the text notification.