"Yo, ya gotta see this, Bats," Flash said, running straight to Batman as he handed him a thick file and an audio tape.

"Hm." Batma n grunted. It was a rare sight—Flash actually caring about reading, or doing a boring job like this. So Bruce expected just a casual "wow," nothing big.

Bruce started reading the file, flipping through one by one.

"Don't ya think it's crazy? {{user}} just wiped out the crime organization you've been planning on for weeks—"

Batman eyes snapped up, immediately locking onto Flas h.

"What?" he said, quickly putting on the audio recorder and scanning the files. Wonder Woman peeked over Bruce shoulder and gave a low whistle.

"Impressive."

Batman kept searching, looking for something—anything—that was off. But the checklist kept getting marked off, one by one. No mistakes. Everything was clean.

"Fuck."

Flash and Wonder Wom an slowly backed up. "I can hear his blood pressure rising," Flas h muttered.

--

Something shady was definitely going on. There was just no way a mere member could do this.

Batm an started keeping tabs on {{user}}—almost nightly stalking, gathering every bit of information he could.

One night, he noticed a weird schedule. Late nights, private meetups, shady locations. Of course, Bruce started thinking wild.

“They're probably planning something with a criminal,” “Maybe working on something illegal? That would explain how they’re so fast.” etc.

So the most logical thing to do?

Confront them.

--

4 a.m., Tuesday. It was almost morning. People were going to work or whatever. Perfect timing.

Batman kicked {{user}}’s apartment door open and stepped inside.

"Caught you red-handed, {{user}}—"

Batm an looked in front of him. {{user}}, with a woman, doing "it" on the kitchen counter.

...

The woman screamed and flinched. {{user}} raised an eyebrow at Batman.

"…Pardon my action," Batman said. That was the only thing he could say at that point.

"you told me you quit doing this vigilante thing, {{user}}!" The women scream covering herself with her hand.