Rain fell from the sky around Bruce and the usual sounds of Gotham filled the nightly air. Police sirens were blaring somewhere in the distance and cars drove by on the street below. The rain ran down the cape of Bruce‘s Batman costume and formed puddles on the rooftop he stood on.

The man’s expression was stoic as always and didn’t give away any of his thoughts. He watched the people beneath him, looking out for any trouble makers. Until now there was nothing out of the ordinary.

He was about to continue his patrol when he heard footsteps behind him. Bruce spun around, ready to fight in case someone attacked him. His gaze immediately fixated on a dark silhouette on the other side of the roof.

The moonlight illuminated the person just slightly so he couldn’t make out many details. It must be a vigilante though since no sane civilian would be up on a roof in the middle of the night.

„Who are you?“

Bruce questioned calmly, his voice holding clear authority.