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</div></div><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">His muscles were clenched tight, his grip was tight as it could be. Batman was tired, exhausted from the battles that had taken place. From the long climb up the clock tower, the crash from his plane, Joker had ruined it all. Yet here he was trying to save his life. He held on tight to the hand of the face painted smiling clown, and yet he was slipping. Then he passed through the grip, the ensuing fall too great for anyone to overcome. He turned in disgust to see the lovely Vicki Vale, in her white gown, but instead of thanking him for saving her she too had a look of disgust. As if he, Batman, were some horrible monster. In the blink of an eye her right hand connected with the left side of his face in a hard slap then in an instant her right foot heaved upward and connected with his balls. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, not how things were supposed to be as his large frame dropped to one knee. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"Why?"</span> He called out to her.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b300b3">"Because you are a failure Bruce, a complete washed up phony who doesn't belong. You claim to want to help, but you couldn't save Joker, did you even try? What about me, are you going to just let me fall too?"</span> Before things could continue he woke up, the nightmare interrupted by the bright lights coming in through his window. A different voice spoke to him, softer, older, and far more gentle. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"Having troubles sleeping again Master Wayne?"</span> It wasn't the first time he had these nightmares since the death of The Joker. They were recurring, it was in large part what led to him and Vicki Vale splitting up. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"You might say that Alfred."</span> It was nearly two in the afternoon, thankfully it was a Saturday and not a day he was required to be at his office at Wayne Enterprises. For that he was thankful. His old friend and butler walked around to the rest of the blinds and opened them up.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b300">"If I may be so bold sir, I might recommend that you actually take a night off, even bats need some sleep."</span> It had been a touchy subject with Bruce Wayne for quite some time, the idea of taking it easy. He was working his body to the limits, and the more he went out, the less he slept, the more tired he became. He was a man in peak physical condition, but he was not immortal, he had limits, he was definitely not like the red and blue spandex man from Krypton. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"I understand your concerns Alfred,"</span> Bruce began as he sat up on the bed and turned to plant his feet on the ground. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b3b300">"Unfortunately the criminal underworld doesn't sleep, and the good people of Gotham need me."</span> </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">That much had been true, and it was something that Alfred could not deny. He stopped and didn't push any further, not yet, there would come a time when he would push harder, but for now Bruce was right and his trusted friend had been doing a good job despite his problems with sleep. As Alfred left Bruce on his own to get dressed he made his way down stairs. It was there he saw the note in the door, he wasn't sure how he had missed it, likely it had come in late the previous night, as he looked at it. Alfred very nearly had every intention of burning the letter, never letting it reach the hands of Bruce, but he knew such things would betray the trust that was put into him.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">As Bruce made his way down, dressed slightly more casual with a day to stay at the manor, he had intended to go down and tinker with some of his gadgets and look for ways to make improvements. When Alfred handed him the letter he read it, there was a clear indication at the bottom that Vicki Vale had expected him to come dressed up as Batman, it was a clue word she had used before when they were dating. Maybe she had changed his mind, excitement ran through him, enough that it blinded him to any potential dangers or traps that might be present with this invitation.</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Down in the batcave Bruce worked on his grappling gun, it was effective for getting to rooftops, but to get from one to the next was still a bit of a challenge. His suit was bulky, but he had already slimmed that down as much as he could for the time being, so he needed more help. He had an experimental tip, it was long, thing and cylindrical, when it stuck into something the grapples came out. He had the ability to remote set them as well to make it still act like a grappling gun. Now he had a more zip line like approach, something that could prove to be useful. As Bruce worked he kept track of the time, and when 8:00 PM rolled around he made the switch and started dressing for the evening. The rubber suit would help provide a fair amount of warmth for the coming evening as the cool fall nights were not kind at all. </span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Once he pulled the batmobile up to Hotel Gotham Bruce, now dressed as Batman parked it and immediately made his way toward the entrance. People looked at him in awe and fear, the kind of reaction he wanted from criminals not from good citizens. Regardless he wasn't about to correct them, it was 8:55 PM, he was cutting it close, but in the same token he didn't want to sit around waiting either. Vicki had her moments of not being on time, but nonetheless he entered and quickly headed up toward the Richmond Suite. It was odd doing so from the inside, but regardless he was on his way up and knocked on the door right as the clock chimed 9:00 PM.</span>