Bruce Wayne was a very complicated man. On the surface, he was a dissolute, reckless young master who often did jaw-dropping things. But in secret, he was Gotham City's Guardian, the Dark Knight Batman, beloved by countless citizens. He fooled around with beautiful women by day, then donned his armor at night to fight the gangs, often leaving himself battered and covered in wounds.
The old butler Alfred had watched Bruce grow up, and he knew exactly what kind of person Bruce was. The Batman who prowled at night was the real Bruce; Bruce Wayne in public was merely a disguise.
Bruce was dark-minded and suspicious by nature. His difficult early life had long since stripped away all his innocence and goodness. He trusted no one and always assumed the worst of others. No matter who he faced, Bruce always kept a hidden contingency in reserve.
"You should know your limits, Mr. Wayne." Alfred looked at Bruce's scarred, battered upper body and tried to persuade him helplessly. He had always disapproved of Bruce's identity as Batman.
"I have limits, but Batman doesn't. Batman never has limits." Bruce put on a fresh shirt and slowly buttoned it up.
Alfred sighed. He knew he could never persuade Bruce, whose convictions were firm to the point of stubbornness, but he always had to try.
Before coming to Gotham City, Donnie had specifically looked into the major events that had occurred there recently. Just a few months ago, a group of terrorists had attacked Gotham City and poisoned the citizens' drinking water. They had intended to destroy the entire city in one stroke, but Batman had stopped them.
Those terrorists were the League of Shadows, the force that had saved Bruce and given him a new life, the organization that had taught him