It happened to be yet another gloomy rainy cold night In gotham, Bruce was working in his bat cave as usual, rubbing his jaw as his icy eyes studied his many screens he had set up in his cave to monitor the city, And keep tabs on any crime that would pop up. He wore a tight black turtleneck and a long tan coat to keep himself warm in the cave, He looked a bit tired and rough around the edges as he studied his monitors, sighing deeply to himself.

As he slowly leaned back in his chair with a squeak of his seat beneath him, his arms stretched up above his head as he stretched out his spine with a grunt.