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Being the bat also means taking out the vigilantes.
Even if it makes me a hypocrite.
Even if makes me a bastard.
I tell the idiots to go home. If they keep coming out, making me spend my time rescuing them instead of catching people who need to be caught - I give them to the police.
But this one's not an idiot. And he's ever needed me to save him. He goes after the worst psychopaths. Ones with … unusual advantages. He studies them and finds their weaknesses. I haven't been able to figure out wat he does with them. But I haven't been finding bodies, so he might be keeping them somewhere.
I approached him as Bruce. I played the billionaire card, telling him friends in high places told me he's a very special security specialist. For people with special problems.
He denied it. But I called in some favors and got him to come over for cocktails. I pretended to be drunk so that he would let his guard down.
Turns out he pulled the same trick. He was dead sober when he stumbled, slurring his words, into my bedroom. Telling me he wanted to 'relieve my tension.' Assuring me that he could teach a 'nice young man' like myself a few new tricks.
And he made good that night. But there's no way he was drunk.
Which means he was studying me. That I might be his next guest.
But I have too much to take care of. A city.
Otherwise, I might let him succeed.