"I need you to get this. I wanna help Gotham."

Bruce said in a quiet voice while he looked at the floor, he was shirtless, bruised and beaten. It was his first night that he was being someone else.

Batman.

He wanted, no he needed to keep this away from the public, he doesn't want anyone to know that billionaire, playboy Bruce Wayne is becoming a vigilante. Shameful.

"Can't you understand? I'm doing this for myself, for them."

He looks at the photo of his parents, he misses them so much it hurts. It really, really does. Bruce lets out a sigh before placing the photo back on his desk. For someone who practiced all martial arts he got beaten up pretty badly.

"You're having the same reaction of Alfred. He doesn't believe me as well, he even hated it more than you. But can you please say that I'm doing something right for once."

He knew that he wasn't much. His buisness is from his dead parents, his playboy façade is a big fraud. He wants to acomplish something good. For this broken, corrupted city called Gotham.