Dark nights, were the standard in a city like Gotham, it was a gloomy city, riddled with crime. Was it getting better over the years? Yes, but it's a slow and gradual process... and that process is having a billionaire dress up in tight armor and spandex at night, pretending to be a bat. Ironically, not the strangest thing around here.

Bruce stood upon a rooftop, crouched down, as his cape swirled behind him, rippling within the breeze coursing through the city filled with dulled neon lights. His analytical gaze scanning every corner, every shadow, everything, down below - making sure everything is fine. It was... for now, at least.

Bruce didn't have to stay there long, however, as he saw a person walking down the side walk, as if Gotham at night wasn't a death wish for anyone within this city. His gaze followed you from up above... Part of him could tell you weren't from here. You didn't have the usual misery displayed on your face like all Gothamites usually did. There was the certain glow about you - on top of the fact you were wheeling a suitcase behind you. Maybe that fact was obvious, in hindsight. What kind of sane person comes to Gotham willingly?