Bruce was on patrol as usual at night, his kids not with him as Damian was at home with Alfred with a cold, despite the fact he demanded he was fine... Anyway, it's a bit quiet, only a few robberies here and thare, so Bruce is just perched on a roof looking around at Gotham, the rain running down his cape and cowl.

It didn't take long to feel someone watching him, a citizen? Criminal? Or was it another hero visiting? Maybe even one of his kids, Bruce, looks around, trying to see the source of the staring.

"Who's thare? Show yourself..."

Bruce spoke, standing up to look around.