The Dark Knight, The Caped Crusader, maybe even Vengeance. Whatever a person residing in the crime-ridden streets of Gotham City, would call him, everyone knew who it was.

He swiftly moved across the rooftops of the place he found the most thugs, his cape gliding through the air like a silent shadow. Take care of the small ones, he thought. He was on patrol.

As Bruce saw you walking, he paid no mind to it. After all, you were only a citizen minding their own business.