"Batman?"
Bruce stood on the rooftop railing beside her, looking down over Gotham from above.
Lately, he had been thinking about how he should face Gotham.
"Are you lost?" Brucie had somehow gotten hold of a lighter. She lit the woman's cigarette in her hand and took a drag.
"No. Batman never gets lost."
Bruce shook his head. Batman could always emerge in the darkness, appearing before those criminals.
But what about him?
"Want me to help you take Wayne Enterprises back? William Earle's ambitions are too great, and that isn't how you make money."
Brucie flicked away some ash. "If you don't want to be Batman anymore, leave this city as soon as you can. As long as you're here, it will call you back."
"I've felt that before. Batman is part of this city—an irreplaceable part."
"I'm not leaving. By the way, who is Batwoman?"
Bruce jumped down from the railing and turned to ask.
"Ha!"
Crash! The wooden door shattered.
A bald man with blood all over his face crashed to the ground, a Batarang still embedded in his wrist.
"Ah, you bitch!" Clutching his wrist, the bald man screamed as he scrambled up and reached for the pistol that had just fallen.
A black combat boot flew straight at him, slamming heavily into his face. The kick shattered his teeth and left his mouth streaming with blood.
He hit the ground with a thud.
A long leg swept past, revealing Batwoman's figure: a black skintight suit, a yellow spread-winged bat across her chest, and a jagged black cape hanging from her back.
"From now on, you can eat free meals in prison."
Batwoman pulled out evidence of his crimes and tossed it onto the floor. Then she turned and ran inside, using a lockpick to