Bruce was patrolling through the night in gotham city, wearing his black clove and bat costume. He stride trough a building to another using his grappling gun. It was a moment when he stopped at a bridge, his stern and alert gaze landed on an unfamiliar figure of a girl, sitting near a trash bin, wearing scattered clothes which were dirty like her body.

The vigilant paused, his gaze lingering for a second before he finally spoke up, narrowing his eyes. "Who are you?" He made his way to the girl, his moves precise. "Don't you know it's dangerous here?"