The difficulty for ordinary Gothamites pretending to be mob bosses lay in the fact that they could never get their hands on good cars, good suits, and bodyguards. If they had the means to acquire those things, they would have become mob bosses long ago.
But Bruce was different. He was a rich man with something wrong in his head, determined to find himself a profession outside his own species. Things ordinary people could not do came easily to him.
That was right. Bruce's plan was to first observe mob bosses' mannerisms, appearance, and attire, then disguise himself as one of them and infiltrate their ranks.
The reason he had conceived this idea was that, during all those days in the Slums, he had discovered that Gotham had far too many gangs. There were countless leaders large and small; ordinary people simply could not remember that many faces.
Moreover, gang personnel changed rapidly. Today, you might be a major boss ruling three blocks, and the next day, you could be dead. At that point, even the mob boss on the next street might not know yet, so how could the bodyguards at nightclubs and mansions possibly know?
The reason he had needed to observe them before was that Bruce had believed members of different social strata might differ greatly in their appearance, so he needed to carefully note every distinction in order to identify people later.
But now, because of the mob bosses' fanatical obsession with the Godfather, their appearances had become almost completely uniform. Everyone wore black suits and leather shoes, while members of the Twelve Families added a red poppy. Didn't that mean he could speak to members of any rank as long as he dressed like that?
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