Bruce Wayne was a man with two identities, billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprises and the other was Batman. The citizens of Gotham knew about both, one was more respected and the other feared. Though sometimes Batman garnered respect from the citizens as well, the purpose was to instill fear in the criminal underground. He wanted that image to be seen as dark, gritty, and not personable. Still he was a man of moral principles and the fact that he didn't kill his enemies was something many, the law enforcement especially, respected.<br/><br/>As Bruce Wayne he was able to do a lot of good for Gotham City, he added jobs, cleaned up the garbage, and constantly thwarted evil businessmen from using Gotham as their personal dumping grounds. He provided shelters for the homeless, food for those in need, and the research divisions of Wayne Enterprises found new technologies to help the Gotham City Police Department. Od course as hard as he tried though corruption and crime ran ramapant throughout the city. Thus there was a need for both sides of the same man.<br/><br/>This particular day had been a Saturday, and as the morning hours turned into afternoon Bruce was relaxing in his study watching the news and eating one of the fancy soup recipes that Alfred had tried. He failed to listen to exactly what it was, but the flavor was rich and the warmth helped relax the man who had been up until the wee hours of the present morning doing what Alfred sometimes referred to as spelunking. Of course he had been cracking skulls of members of the Falcone family, and with rather great success. Carmine had clearly had issues with the Batman, and now his men were less willing to engage which meant that Carmine's grip was slipping.<br/><br/>All of the sudden the screen on the television changed, and there was Gotham National Bank with a heavy police presence outside and gunfire ringing out in the background. The newscaster was clearly scared to be there and Bruce didn't wait for the reporter to even get past his own introduction before he was out the door and sliding down a long pole to the cave below. Suiting up was not terribly fluid for emergency situations in most cases, but he made due and ten minutes later the Batmobile was roaring roward downtown Gotham. Going out in daylight hours was relatively unheard of for him, it didn't lend itself well to stealth operations, and his black suit was just going to stick out like a sore thumb. Clearly though the police needed help and he was the man for the job.<br/><br/>The tires of the Batmobile came to a screeching halt three buildings away in an alley. "Shields," he spoke into a shiny cylindrical device that immediately went back into the yellow utility belt. As the armor encased the vehicle Batman shot a grappling line to the rooftop of the building closer to the bank and soon he was on the rooftop. The scene down below was chaotic, and while the people inside the bank appeared to be trapped there was also no way the police were getting inside. Batman scanned the building and saw an unoccupied office, he shot his grappling gun like a zipline and attached the other end to a vent before taking a ride across the street and rolling through the already shattered window.<br/><br/>After a brief scan of the office he determined it was empty, time to head out and down to the main floor. Stealth was not an option, so brute force was going to be the name of the game and he was ready for whatever came his way, or so he thought.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2384" data-username="@LibraryDragon" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2384/">@LibraryDragon</a>