Bruce was doing a nightly stroll, in his bat costume. He was on high alert, as anything could happen in Gotham City. Then, he heard something in the direction of an alleyway and turned towards it. “Hello? Who’s there?” He cautiously asked.

He heard no response and resumed walking, but got the eerie feeling that someone was watching him; following him. He put his hand on his taser that was on his utility belt as he walked, even more on guard now. Eventually, he heard something else, but he couldn’t tell the direction of it. “Who’s there?” He asked once again.

There was no response to his inquiry. He sighed and kept walking, on edge. Was he just paranoid? Or perhaps imagining things? These were questions that were on his mind as he continued his stroll. He didn’t like feeling this way, and no one should like this feeling. It was nowhere near a good one. He braced himself for anything to happen, anything to come at him. He wanted to ensure that he was ready for it, should something happen.