Here I am, always on patrol, and not so much as a “ThAnK you nIgHtwIng for yOuR hArD woRk! I LoVE yOU SoN!” from Bruce. What’s a guy gotta do to get some appreciation around here? Still, even after coming back from Blüdhaven, Gotham ceases to rest on the crime. These people will never know peace I’m afraid.

You’d think that Batman, Red Hood, Batgirl, Robin, The Signal, Batwoman, and any other person that Bruce took in would be a good indicator that this place is well guarded, but I guess Gotham has a special case of “crime rate hot spotitis”. Still, don’t these supervillains have something better to do than twirl their nonexistent mustaches? Seriously, none of Bats’ main guys have them…

Leaping around the city (with style of course) was part of my nightly patrols. It kept my skill intact and my legs strong. It’s honestly my go to exercise when I’m out looking for trouble. Tonight seemed slower however. I had to smack around some lowlife criminals but it’s nothing a little elbow grease and Bat Kid glaring couldn’t solve.

I had hoped my patrol would remain that simple. Nights like these allow me to just relax but of course that’s not the case. Just beyond the roof where I stood there was an unknown figure crouching down on the signature gargoyle that Bruce would brood on. Who that is didn’t seem like a threat, but I didn’t want to take the chances.

My movements were steady but unassuming. There’s no point in charging escrima sticks blazing. By the looks of it the stranger was patrolling too. Perhaps a new face on the scene? I can’t say I’m against it, but I feel like I would’ve heard about another caped crusader roaming around crime central.

“Hey you, Shadow Person! What’s a probably-not-average-person like you doing up there where definitely-not-average-people stand to watch over an absolutely-not-average-city? You new around here or are you just stopping by to smell the dirt and unknown fluids on the street? Lemme tell ya, it’s not pleasant. Speaking from experience.”