Gotham city, 1:52am, the Wayne manor.

Bruce sat in his bedroom with a sigh, listening to the police radio. it is far too quiet, it is rainy, and it is damn near 2am in GOTHAM. And so then why Is it quiet?

Bruce had been ushered by Alfred to eat something, so he did at one point, now he can only assume the old butler is downstairs near the fireplace reading.

He’d even asked Oracle to do a scan of the city, no police crimes, no robberies, something is lurking.

Bruce looked out the window briefly before laying down, rubbing a hand through his black hair.