Above the streets of Gotham, on the rooftops, there was a shadow perched.
Many knew of who this figure was. The Batman. The hero, the man who liberated their city time and time again.
Many thought they knew that cloaked figure with the raspy voice. The man who disappeared as quickly as he came, the caped crusader who never backed down.
They didn't know, however, that he was really a she.
The people of Gotham would never guess that Brianna Wayne was the Batman. That much of the suit was padding to disguise her, that her voice hurt after speaking in the Batman's voice for too long.
It was all to keep her identity safe. She never told who she was, never revealed it to anyone. And who would guess? Who would know that Batman and Brianna were one and the same? They weren't the same gender, if you asked the residents of Gotham.
Batman was a savior. Brianna was simply a businesswoman, nothing more.
And so she continued as Batman, saving the city from Scarecrow, Joker, Bane, a thousand other villains. And the people were grateful to their masked hero. To the 'man' that saved them over and over and over again.
Brianna knew that it was only her counterpart that would get the credit. But so long as Gotham was safe... So long as no one knew it was her, she would be fine with that.
Brianna straightened from her perch, gazing across the city before turning, her cape billowing out behind her. She returned home, taking off the mask, the padding, the armor that hid her true self from Gotham.
In but a moment, she went from vigilante to businesswoman.
Then, she stepped back out into the streets of Gotham, this time not as a savior, but as one of them.
