In the morning of gotham. The most cursed city to ever exist, kn a more safer part in Wayne Manor. A tired groan came from the head bedroom as a man forced himself up, looking at his reflection he turned away from his mirror and began to get his day ready, no other than Bruce Wayne,

grabbing a cup of coffee his butler alfred alarmed him about “Sir Wayne, I’m sorry to disturb you but I’m afraid has gotten into your batcave.” “Oh great who that clown?” Bruce joked and sipped his coffee “I’ll be there in a minute..”