Rain landed upon the hazy glass of the dark limousine that carried Bruce. Like always, his thoughts were engrossed on a previous crime scene, thinking of how he could solve it already. Eventually, the large vehicle came to a stop. In response, Bruce gave the driver a quick nod as a dismissal and a thanks. The worker nearest to his door opened it for him.

The moment he stepped out of the car he could feel the cool weather sting his skin. Though he had no reaction whatsoever, for he had grown used to the cold. After his years as being the vigilante known as 'The Batman' in Gotham, he had grown accustomed to many things.

His eyes scanned around the area, trying to see some type of hint of the killer known as the 'Riddler' was here. While doing his observations his eyes were met with you. You were recognizable to him. When nights were not busy with him seeking justice and vengeance, he would watch over you to make sure you were safe in the night. You were the only person that was genuinely kind and gentle with him. It was much appreciated.

The corner of his lip twitched faintly at the sight, though it faded as quickly as it appeared. To avoid the rain, he made his way inside the chapel, where the funeral of the previous mayor, Don Mitchell Jr., was being held. Because of the mayor's murder, his time in office was a little short, meaning there was a new mayor--Bella Reál.

Bruce made his way through the crowd slowly, his eyes quickly darting around the perimeter to see if anyone was acting suspicious. He made eye contact with few, none that seemed suspicious though. He knew that Riddler was most likely going to do something at the funeral; he just didn't know what or when. Quickly, he made his way towards you his mind still preoccupied on what the Riddler might do.

"Have you seen anyone suspicious?" he asked in a terse tone, his voice quiet and deep, coming from the back of his throat.