Urban Legends [Bruce]

Ok, so the Batsuit was working again. After an unfortunate run-in with some mafia hitmen, his suit had taken a beating. He'd been shot, slashed, and beaten. His blood had been left behind, but he was sure to drop some chemicals around wherever he found it to make it worthless. Or so was the theory. Or well, no, he did trust the League to know their chemicals, and it looked fine to him. Granted, he was no expert in chemicals yet.

For a few nights he'd used his League uniform, but made sure people knew it was still him. After patching the armor he was out on a rooftop, watching, waiting for anything. He had a police scanner in his suit tapped into his ear, so he could listen at least, but so far there was nothing.

A quiet night in Gotham. How rare.

He dropped from the rooftop, using a fire escape to lessen his fall. He hadn't figured out any way to glide with his cape yet, but he was getting there. He simply jumped from the fire escape, kicked off a wall, and landed on the ground in the alley.

He rose to his full height and walked down the alley. The darkness would hide him until he reached the street, at which point he'd find his next move. This area was known for crime, so if nothing else, providing a target might be nice to draw out some criminals to deal with.