"It seems a man with a red cape is growing quite popular in the good city of Metropolis master Wayne", said Alfred as he passed a towel to a perspiring Bruce.
"Alien, Alfred. Not a man an alien", replied a not so enthusiastic voice.
"Perhaps that million dollar satellite that now graces the local garbage is the reason for your cold demeanour master Wayne, a petty reason at that I might add", remarked Alfred.
"Are you done Alfred?" the voice still as nonchalant as before.
"You are also to attend a formal dinner tonight with the president of Lexcorp at the Gotham Elite. Reservation for 8.30 pm. That will be all master Wayne." saying this Alfred left the room.
As Alfred left Bruce thought to himself how he had been so dependent on Alfred after the death of his parents. He had little time to look over the Wayne mansion let alone the entire Wayne Enterprises. As he finished his last morning push ups he remembered how long it took him to convince Alfred to learn forging his signature. He knew he could trust Alfred even during the worst of times. Bruce then let his mind wander to the events that took place in Metropolis.
During shower he made up his mind that he was going to research and update himself on the alien phenomenon. He knew that the one they now referred to as Superman fondly including his trusted butler Alfred meant no harm. News had been covering the events of Metropolis quite vehemently and one particular newspaper company The Daily Planet was portraying the alien as a hero and a champion. Trust however was as alien to him as the Man of Steel. Could he trust him, one could hardly blame him knowing where he operated in, the epitome of corruption Gotham City. As he donned a sharp suit he thought to himself what would be the best way to confirm for himself the true nature of the alien. Suddenly he reached for his phone and dialed furiously."Yes, I'd like for you to arrange for my departure to Metropolis."
"Man you talking like crazy. He is not coming. So just shut up and help me load this bag into the truck" an agitated voice came from the big man they called Mark. The other guy of average build was an accomplice of Mark known as Hunter and they were trying to rob the Bank Of Metropolis in broad daylight. Hunter was sceptic about the heist as he was expecting the blue suited alien anytime.
"Hey Mark I heard the best guns of the US military couldn't scratch him, maybe we should give up now when we can" said Hunter.
"So what huh. He can deflect bullets so what. He can lift trucks so what. He ain't omnipresent. He ain't god. He can't stop what he doesn't know. He can't stop this robbery cos he doesn't know. He must be flying around admiring nature somewhere in Australia while we finish our thing here so stop being a wimp Hunter and lend me a hand will ya" retorted Mark.
"Okay Mark but you should know I also heard that..."
"Stop right there hunt..."interfered Mark, "if you say 'I heard that' one more time I am shooting you get it."
The culprits felt the air blow violently behind their backs all of a sudden. "You were too loud for me. Sorry to disappoint Mark but I know." There was the champion, floating over the heads of the bank employees who bowed to the guns of two random goons.
Hunter froze in his presence. The gun fell of his hand like an unfaithful friend. Mark though was a tough customer.
"They say you are invincible, well (a long pause) I don't believe that crap", saying this he started shooting at the hero till he ran out of bullets. "So you are after all what they say you are eh".
"Surrender now peacefully and reform yourselves. You can do better" said the calm voice.
"Well we don't have any say in the matter do we now Superman" smirked Mark.
"No, you don't"...
