[Then it's six parties in one week. Fundraisers and charity balls, Bruce occupies every front page.]

First impressions count.

They're meeting soon. The men who run this city. The old crime families, the mayor and the police commissioner. Same thing. All scum.

Too many years of power and success and comfort. Overconfidence I can exploit.

C4 on these walls. Smoke through the window. Guards by the gate can be tranquillized. There'll be minimal weapons inside the house.

Armor is secondary. What I need is a silhouette.

[Alfred seems unsure whether to frown or smile. Bruce hasn't been so energetic in years.]

It's ready.

Crime rate soars in Gotham.

Same headlines every week.

The night is almost here.

It's here.

Bat out of Hell Read: tl.gd/n_1spla0a

[Collapses into bed at 5AM, sore, bruised, and completely fulfilled.]

[No nightmares.]

[Severe bruising. Fractured bones. Another stab wound in the collection.]

[Sleeps through the next Wayne Enterprises board meeting.]

Winged Freak Terrorizes City. Hah. You believe this crap?

[The afternoon is spent socialising. The evening is spent confined to a steel safe until he can break free. The night belongs to the Bat.]