It was his home, no matter how many freaks there were, it was his home and the streets were his burden to bear. Some would say that the mantle of the bat drove the city into a further dysfunctional state, but he disagreed. The police department was no longer corrupt, the major crime families had been taken down, and people felt a bit more safe to roam the streets at night than ever before.  Bruce Wayne was Batman, though only 2 other people knew it, Alfred and Commissioner Jim Gordon. The Commissioner could be trusted and Alfred had raised Bruce after his parents were killed when he was still young.<br/><br/>A gifted and bright man Bruce took over his father's company once he was finished with schooling and had gone on a few adventures to train physically. Now at 25 years old he had been Batman for three years and in that time much had happened, he was a feared symbol of the night, and that was exactly how he liked it. The suit was almost all black, made from nomex which was a spandex like material that could stop bullets, due to their speed, but was more susceptible to up close weapons. The mouth had a cover that could be opened with the touch of a sensor as well as his white lenses. The chest had a big red bat emblem on it and around his waist was a silver utility belt. The back had a flowing black cape that could expand and help Bruce soar through the skies.<br/><br/>On this particular night he was at the Iceberg Lounge, the former home and nightclub of the Penguin aka Oswald Cobblepot, where Batman was investigating the sudden demise of the Penguin. There had been reports of a red woman, but the story just didn't make sense. Not that Batman didn't believe in aliens, but their story seemed far fetched. Still he took their details and continued to look around for clues of a robbery.