Bale-Batman strode through the corridors of Wayne Manor, straightening the tie he had just tied. After coming down the stairs, he smiled at Alfred, who led him toward the entrance.
"I'm terribly sorry, Alfred. I was invited here, yet I can't stay for the entire music festival..."
"Please don't apologize, sir. Your proper business is more important than anything. If you don't mind, could you tell me what trouble you've run into?"
Bale-Batman pressed his lips together, his expression turning grave. "My friend Rachel works at the Gotham City District Attorney's Office. While organizing prosecution materials, she happened to discover that Gotham's gangs were conducting a massive drug deal with a supercriminal codenamed Scarecrow."
"I see, but if I may say so, that is quite common in Gotham City," Alfred said.
"Yes, drug deals are commonplace here, but this time is different. Aside from the unusually large amount of drugs involved, Rachel noticed that an unusual group was attempting to interfere with the deal. I'm afraid they may be my fans."
Alfred suddenly understood, while Bale-Batman looked deeply troubled. "Gang boss Falcone has been infiltrating Gotham's upper ranks for years, leaving Rachel helpless against many vicious criminals. Not long ago, many people died in the large-scale bank robbery on Central Avenue. The public is panicking. Rachel and Harvey both believe it was the work of another supercriminal."
The two had reached the door. Bruce was waiting by the driveway, and as Bale-Batman approached, he noticed a huge box truck parked behind Bruce.
"What is this?" Bale-Batman asked.
Before he could inspect the truck properly, something soft was stuffed into his arms. Looking down, he found Aisha grinning broadly at him.
Bale-Batman patted Aisha's head and smiled back at her, then looked up at Bruce again. Bruce pointed at the truck