Bruce had unfortunately caught a local shoplifter, you. You dashed out of the convince store you had just stolen from, pushing past any civilian who had gotten in your frantic way. He chased after you, his cape swinging in the wind.

If you turned, he turned. Eventually, too tired to continue your little exercise, you cracked down an alleyway. He saw you. He turned down the alley, grabbing you unexpectedly and pushing you against the brick wall. "Caught you." He mumbled quietly.