<div class="floatleft">(http://i180.photobucket.com/albums/x158/Punstarr/Batman1.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Bruce Wayne<br/><strong>Nom De Guerre:</strong>Batman (But that's a secret)<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Owner of Wayne Enterprises<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Rooftops, Batcave, Gotham USA<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>no one in particular<br/><br/>His words had been chosen to illicit a response, and he had gotten what he wanted.  The one calling herself Batgirl was  young, impetuous, brash, much like Dick had been, and as his current partner was.  He felt he knew more about the girl than just her predilection towards flying rodents, he would know more soon enough.  But her reaction spoke of a lack of focus that the others had.  The Huntress was something else entirely, Gotham was not her home, and she had the moves of someone who had been working the mission for awhile, she had more nerve than most people he had met, aside from Selina, to actually kiss him on the cheek.  He made a mental note to look into any vigilante actions in large cities that matched her most likely M.O..  The Canary was trained, and a meta, a dangerous combination to be running loose in his city, she knew her looks and costume would work in her favor against the majority of her targets, but she struck him as more than just a one trick pony.  He watched them leave, tucking away the Huntresses card in a shielded pocket of his utility belt.<br/><br/>Once they were gone, the Bat turned and walked off the roof, letting his cape billow out and the air currents carried him away, towards the location of the Bat-mobile.   He felt that Jim Gordon should know that there were more capes but he wanted to know more, and he wanted to see just what so many heroes were doing in Gotham.  He sensed there was alot more going on with all of this than some sort of cape convention.<br/><br/>The Bat-mobile roared into the bat cave, lights coming on as Batman tapped a code into the dash of the vehicle.  The cave was still dark, only lit in strategic areas and a few guide lights for getting about.  The Bat pulled his cowl back as he made his way to the large computer work area he used to analyze evidence and search for information.  The systems multiple remote linkages insured that no search or access could find its way back to the cave itself, it's communications systems were encrypted and shielded, and that was just the basics for the security that the Dark Knight had built into his sanctum sanctorum.  He immediately began a search for any vigilante activities involving arrows and crossbows, and meta humans with sonic powers being sighted.  Once the parameters were set up he began checking the news, eventually drawn to the activities in Metropolis.  This Justice League, a group of costumed heroes forming up as a group of out of town costumes showed up in Gotham.  It piqued his interest, and set off his natural paranoia.  There was no such thing as coincidence.<br/><br/>Batman barely caught that his faithful butler and friend had entered the cave.<strong>"I hadn't expected you back so soon sir.  Shall I prepare you something?  A peanut butter and jelly sandwich perhaps?"</strong>The butlers air of sarcasm always amused Bruce, even though he didn't let on.<br/><br/><strong>"Thank you Alfred, but no.  Bruce Wayne needs his private jet fueled and ready to go.  I need to go to Metropolis to...examine Wayne Industries sites there, since the fight between this Justice League and Starro."</strong>