Bruce had found himself, once again, sitting on the rooftop overlooking the city skyline. The night was strangely peaceful, Gotham's criminal element seemingly staying out of trouble for once. He seemed almost peaceful.

Until… the loud blaring of the bank alarm sounded.

Bruce sighs before silently going into the bank through the broken window. Once he was inside he stuck to the shadows as usual.

Just as he was about to make his move a person, engulfed by the shadows, ran into the room, aggressively hitting a high tech device that was attached to their wrist. The person angrily muttered about not being able to turn off the alarm.

Bruce stood behind the person, the white glowy eyes of his cowl glaring into the back of their head.

“Having trouble with that alarm?”