Bruce was on his nightly patrol, inspecting the city’s streets with precision from the rooftops.

He’d lost track of time, but knew it was somewhere around 12:00am.

As he neared a street where some crime took place, he saw it. A group of people, following somebody else.

Well, that’s foreboding. And he doesn’t like it.

His eyes narrowed behind the white lenses of his cowl as he followed silently. They were making…very weird comments. He doesn’t like this at all.