The night life that Bruce Wayne had begun was in its infancy. Barely a year into his work as Batman and one thing he had figured out was that there was room for improvement. That included his tactics, his control of emotions, and his suit and toys. He constantly learned new ways to fight, how to handle crowds, and improved his stealth atleast a little bit. His emotions had mainly been kept in check, he didn't let snide remarks from men bother him anymore and in perilous situations he kept his cool better than the first few days. Of course he had yet to fight anyone of the opposite sex. Mob bosses and the Joker had been it for his main encounters. The suit was found to be bulky and restrictive, so some slimming modifications were made. Padding was taken out of the sides, the Kevlar chest plate was removed, the neck was trimmed up giving him a slightly better range of motion, and the padded abs on his suit were replaced with thin steel plates. It wasn't perfect, but Batman was slightly more mobile than before and the lighter weight helped with his endurance greatly.<br/><br/>The night was young, barely 10 PM, and the streets were abalaze with activity. Not the kind that would be suitable for most people, break ins were popping up. While he had instilled fear, some chose to ignore him. Some of the public was skeptical, as were the police, but criminals were slow to pick up the true danger he possessed to them. The Batmobile came to a screeching halt outside of a t.v. store and with the flip of a switch a net flew out and wrapped up two thieves. "Gotcha," he said inside the vehicle woth a smile on his face.<br/><br/>Hubris flowed through the Batman. His yellow backed emblem a sense of pride. The more success he had the better things were for him. The more his ego about being Batman inflated. Bruce still reflected for improvement, but he felt more and more immortal in the suit. He opened the top of the Batmobile and jumped out while pressing a red button on a remote that quickly zipped the Batmobile back up. Two more men popped out of the store carrying large bulky televisions.  Each one threw their device at Batman, revealing their short rotund frames. Their plan failed miserably as neither television made it close to Batman. He took out two bolas and tossed them at the two men who found their arms bound to their sides instantly and like awkward penguins they waddled until they fell to the side.  Thus began the foot patrol for the night as Batman walked away from the scene.<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="2734" data-username="@Maleficent" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2734/">@Maleficent</a>