Tonight wouldn’t be a long patrol at all, as he promised to get back to the manor before Dick went to sleep. The kid wasn’t out tonight as he had wanted the night off; no harm in that. He was 15 years old after all.

Checking the time, Bruce started to make the walk back to where he’d parked the Batmobile. Crime wasn’t too bad tonight, which was good because he wasn’t exactly in the mood for anything right now.

He was able to pick up a faint sound coming from where he’d parked the car. Muttered curses and the sound of metal.

As Bruce peaked around the corner he saw a boy, who looked no older than 13 trying to take the tyres of the Batmobile off. It seemed he’d already succeeded in getting one off. Great, now he was a victim to a crime. This pissed him off.

“You do know that’s the Batmobile?” Bruce spoke as he approached, hoping to seem intimidating - many kids were intimidated by Batman, right?