Batman glided across the rooftops, barley landing before taking off. He scanned the alleyways, even the open streets, looking for crime, but there was nothing. Alfred probably would have coffee if he went home now, but that was Bruce Wayne, the man who got coffee from his butler. Batman never stopped, never slept, a constant reminder of what Bruce had lost.

The Batman looked up to a high sky rise famous for jumpers, to see a man standing on its ledge. He grappled up and knocked the man away.

"Why were you going to jump?" he growled, but he already knew in part, Gotham infected all its people.

"Oh, I wasn't, I just needed to ask you something," said the British man. "Why do you do this?"

"What?"

"I mean, I have eternity to decide what I want to do, one of the main benefits of immortality, but you," The dark-haired man smiled condescendingly. "You, choose to dress up as a bat and save people, why?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm the devil," he paused. "But most humans call me Lucifer Morningstar,"

"Why should I believe you?"

'Lucifer' smiled again evilly, and his eyes turned red, seeming to stare at Batman's very soul. He didn't so much as flinch.

Lucifer's eyes returned to normal and he looked confused.

"That usually has a bigger response,"

Batman swung at the man, but Lucifer grabbed his fist, and threw him to the ground.

"As faithful Dr Martin said, I'm suffering from a bit of an existential crisis. So, I decided to find a kindred soul,"

"We're not the same," Batman said as he recovered from the man's throw.

"Why, yes we are. You punish people, just like I do," Lucifer said.

"Say you are the devil, why are you here?" Batman stumbled to his feet.

"I'm on an indefinite holiday, I'm done following Dad's plan,"

"Get out of my city," Batman threw a batarang, which Lucifer caught.

"Curious weapon, why bats?" The batarang exploded. When the smoke cleared, Batman saw Lucifer exactly the same way he was before.

There was a beep, and Lucifer pulled out his phone.

"Oh dear, seems we're going to have to cut this short, I'm needed at work,"

"What do you do?"

"I'm a civilian consultant for the LAPD, and I own Lux. You should pop down sometime,"

Lucifer went down the stairs, his Italian leather shoes tapping the metal.

Where Lucifer had been standing was a square of white paper. Batman picked it up, it was a business card.

Lucifer Morningstar

Civilian consultant, club owner, devil.

What do you desire?