Bruce had been complaining about this... vigilante dressed in a spider costume running around his city for so long.

He hated the public's reception of you, too. You were popular, but he couldn't trust you. Suddenly, you appeared and he knew nothing about you.

Bruce did not appreciate not knowing things, almost as much as he hated having other heroes in his city.

Finally, he was going to be able to stop you.

It took days, but he managed to track you. He followed you from the shadows and stopped you just before you entered an alleyway.

"Who are you," he demanded with his arms crossed, one hand holding a knife just in case you tried to attack him or run away.

"Get out of my city or quit. There will be consequences," the hero demanded, towering over you.

He grabbed your arm as an extra intimidation factor, squeezing it tightly. It would leave a bruise, but he wouldn't put any actual harm onto you.

Not yet, at least.

He glared at you and asked once again, "Tell me your name. I will not ask you again. What are your true intentions for invading my city?"