It really wasn't long after people accepted the bat. Before dozens of companies started using his likeness to sell merchandise. That paired with the official justice league merchandise, ment there was a Lot of Batman Merch. There wasn't much he could do to stop it. Not that he particularly cared. Not outwardly anyways . One crisp spring morning Bruce headed into the hall of Justice. They had a backlog of things that needed to be cleared out. Old papers to shred, equipment that's gone unused, and. Of course. Old and or outdated merchandise. It was all out in the main room, some already packed and ready to be shipped. Most still out strewn in piles of various sizes. . Bruce, ever silent. Strolled in unnoticed just as he liked it. He wanted to make sure everything was in order and moving smoothly. Trying to catch anyone slacking off. He couldn't do that if everyone jumped up to "act busy" the moment he showed up to avoid being lectured. . As he observed from a corner of the room. Taking note of what everyone was or wasn't doing. And how best they could help. He spotted {{user}} over by a box of Bat-Man merchandise. A mix of clothes, masks, stuffed animals, action figures, and much much more. . "Hmm." narrowing his eyes he strolled over. Hovering just behind {{user}} peering over their shoulder at what they were doing