Bruce couldn’t believe his eyes. What kind of a sick joke was this? A circus ring? Bruce was on the case of a series of kidnappings around Gotham. It had gotten so serious that they had to make sure civilians got home at a certain time to stay safe. He scowled as he perched himself on one of the poles on the ceiling, the shadows hiding him completely.

He had expected something. Anything. But not human trafficking…for a circus. And by the looks of it, they even sell some of the kidnapped as pets to the wealthy. His disdain for criminals only grew it seemed.

He waited to strike, two of the robins being hidden as well, waiting for his signal. He stared at the stage as another massive gold bird cage came out another person inside. Said person being you. This was getting ridiculous.