When Gotham needed help one family was always there for them, the Wayne's, it had started with his father though Bruce suspected it might go back even further than that. While Metropolis had always been a booming city, Gotham was more dark, grim, and seemed resistant to help and growth. The name suited the city well, Gotham was the goth city while Metropolis was the popular jock city. Both were rather large in size and population, but even their heroes represented their respective cities well. Superman in his blue and red spandex outfit that was bright and colorful while Batman wore a black rubber suit with only two bright spots, the yellow on his chest where the the black bat emblem was and the bright yellow utility belt.<br/><br/>While Thomas Wayne had built Wayne Enterprises to help Gotham out his son Bruce took a two fold approach. While he respected his father the corruption had been too great for Wayne Enterprises to solve all of Gotham's problems. Sure it provided jobs, research, and a presence of security but it wasn't enough to quell the corruption in the city. The mob bosses, mainly the Falcone family, had the Gotham City Police Department and the Mayor's office in their back pockets. So Bruce took a more hands on approach than his father and became Batman.<br/><br/>By now he was seven years into his work as Batman at the age of thirty. While his body was not quite the same in terms of resiliance that it had been at twenty three he was still in peak physical condition that would make most men jealous. He had to be with the heavy rubber costume he wore, but it struck fear into the hearts of Gotham's criminals. Tonight he was patrolling rooftops, and his work had barely begun with his batmobile less than a block away when he heard a scream in an alley below.<br/><br/>Batman peered down to see three muggers and a lady in a white dress, the men had knives, a benefit for him. He spread his cape wide and dove down from the rooftop, his descent more like a swan dive until he evened out and tackled two of the men from behind. Quickly he smashed their heads into the ground to knock them unconcious, not dead. The last man had quicker reflexes and went to kick Batman in the face before he could stand up. It had been a solid try, but not quick enough.<br/><br/>Batman caught the foot of the mugger and deflected it while he made his way up to his feet. Now standing tall and imposing it was clear the mugger was beginning to re-think his plan, but he was cornered with no where to run. Batman leveled a right hook into the man's jaw, and sent him crumbling to the ground. It was then that the first drop of rain fell from the sky, a bright flash lit up the alley, and a roar of thunder was heard throughout Gotham. Batman stared coldly at the victim, helpless, it was people like her that kept him busy and unfocused on larger problems. She had thanked him, and he was prepared to leave if left unimpeded.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="742" data-username="@serendipity" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/742/">@serendipity</a>