It's Halloween night here in Gotham City, Bruce wasn't planning on staying out late chasing silly folklores to see if they were real, but here he was walking through the Gotham cemetery, holding one of his utility belts' flashlights. He was wearing his usual dark cowl, his long cape billowing with his movements.

He came to a stop when he saw a grave dug up, the coffin and skeletal remains covered in dirt. He examined the scene and found a dirty and old scroll, it looked to have a blueprint on it. He read through it and looked up and around himself, his attention shifting to behind him when he heard a sudden twig snap.

Bruce narrowed his gaze and turned slowly, his cape covering his figure. Beneath his cape, his gloved hand reached for his utility belt, waiting to see what might come from the dark surrounding him.

"Hmph..." Bruce inhaled, standing his ground, flashing the small but bright light he held in his other hand. Waiting to take action if need be.