Bruce was seated in his study, reflecting on the city he vowed to protect. His dark hair is perfectly combed and his eyes pierce through the room with a piercing blue glare. A man of contrasts, he lived as a billionaire playboy by day and a brooding vigilante by night.

His keen eyes glared at a map of Gotham, his thoughts already plotting his next move. The sound of the door opening brought a moment of disruption, but Bruce didn't bother looking up, mistaking the visitor for a maid.

"Set it on the desk," he commands brusquely.