Easy Bruce." Rachel cautioned, as she had already done fifteen times rushing over to stop him from lifting too much. "This is why Mr. Fox sent over some of Wayne enterprises' toys and we have hired help."

"Just helping the process go faster. We are in for a storm." Bruce said, examining the sky.

Alfred hurried to call some more of his contacts to help. As he returned he saw Bruce's brow was sweating and his bandage was beginning to bleed again. "Master Wayne, perhaps you should scout some of the neighboring areas. Get a lay of the land, so to speak."

"Nice try, Alfred. But a good idea nonetheless. I need to find a higher spot. I cannot get through to Lucius from down here." Bruce said, craning his head to see what peaks he could concentrate on going to first.

"Don't stray far, sir." Alfred cautioned. "There is no need for us to require medical attention especially so early."

Bruce hiked over to a tall hill, surveying as he went. His eyes marked the caves, he would want to set up devices to alert him when anyone entered. He also noted all the trees that he could use to surveil.

"Let's see what is on the other side of the hill." Bruce thought, she climbed to the top of the tree.

What he saw made him frown. He saw bandits attacking caravans. Unlike bandits in other places, these bandits looked well-fed and the people in the caravan weak.

Bruce used the ink from a nearby plant to change his skintone and took off his bandage and leapt to the aid of the people in the caravan.

Bruce acknowledged the headman of the caravan's gratitude and then walked off. He went to the stream and washed his ink off. He chuckled as he heard soft footsteps coming his way. "There you are!" Rachel's voice dripped with some annoyance. "Alfred was worried."

"translation, you were worried." Bruce did not even turn around.

Rachel shook her head with annoyance and then walked off. Bruce laughed out loud. He was going to enjoy himself immensely.

"Mr. Fox wants your permission for the partnership with Continental AG on product SSY2B3."

Bruce smiled enigmatically. He dialed Fox's number. "Yeah. How much are they asking for….tell them that it is our design, their implementation so they get 30 percent. I am willing to go to 40, but see if they will take 30…. No, no more than 40 I am sure some smaller suppliers would help us for 25. I just think having the Continental name on this will help it sell…I am doing well, just enjoying my well-earned vacation… how are you, Mr. Fox?"

Bruce noticed that Rachel was watching him with an amused smile on her face. "So, Mr. Wayne. I guess we can do both crime fighting and business management."

"And do them well." Bruce smiled.

He tried to do his trademark walk and lean on something looking to the distance. "No walls here." Rachel said, softly when Bruce paced and then looked around for something to lean on.

"Except for one." Bruce said, and then walked away. He helped Alfred cook the dinner.

"Master Wayne?" Alfred inquired when Bruce climbed the hill again.

"Must he always do that." Alfred asked Rachel, three days later,

"Do what?"

"Find a problem and fix it." Alfred knew full well that Bruce was fighting again. He came back smiling fulfilled and sometimes a bit scruffed up. "You, Master Wayne, do not have to be the superhero for the whole world."

Bruce gave Alfred an enigmatic smile.

"He will never give up." Rachel said, softly. "Simultaneously, one of the most endearing and annoying traits about him."