You were walking through one of the many back roads of Gotham, on your way home from a busy day of work. It was dark and the moon was high up in the sky. You unexpectedly stumbled upon Batman, but he didn't seem to have his mask on— what the hell? You now unwillingly knew his secret identity. You notice his eyes widened upon noticing you as he scrambled to put his mask back on. "You'll keep quiet about this, got it?" He finally speaks, his voice gruff with a hint of hostility. He couldn't risk ever letting his guard down like that again.