23:25 MIAGANI ISLAND JUNE 21ST 2004

I dropped onto the roof of a small building over looking a back alley, a gang of thugs standing below me. "Where you guys gettin' all these guns?" one of the thighs asked, picking up what looked like a semi automatic assault rifle.

"What does it matter?" another one with a bird like logo sewn onto the back of his jacket answered. "All that you need to know is that we deliver."

"Fine, how much you wannin'?" the first thug gesturing for another one to come forward with a black brief case.

"2 G's," the second thug said cockily, audible groans from the other thugs.

"Last month it was half that much!" the first thug said, pointing the gun at the second thug who just laughed in his face.

I quickly jumped down, grabbing the first thugs gun and kicking him back into his friends before a barrage of bullet fire came from behind me. 'Shit!' I thought before ducking under the bullet fire and grabbing guns as well as throwing thugs into one another. After all of the thugs were taken out I dropped to my knees. I struggled to stand up and run back over to where I'd parked my motorcycle where I called Alfred from.

"Alfred, I need you to call the GCPD and tell them that there was an illegal arms trade at my location," I grunted, leaning onto my motorcycle. "I'm going to head back to Wayne Tower and see if theres anything I can use to patch myself up."

"Are you okay sir?" Alfred asked over the phone, his voice faltering slightly.

"I'm fine Alfred, just a few scratches," I answered, struggling to get onto my motorcycle.

"Then you can simply come back to the Manor sir," Alfred said, the concern in his voice obvious. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine Alfred, I'll be home soon," I said, hanging up the phone and starting up my motorcycle.

23:50 WAYNE ENTERPRISES BASEMENT PARKING JUNE 21ST 2004

I drove into the parking garage before falling off of my bike, sliding across the ground, almost unconscious.

"Mr. Wayne, is that you?" Lucius' voice asked as a pair of strong arms helped me to my feet. "What on earth happened to you?"

"Guns," I answered, speaking as sternly as I do to Alfred instead of my usual upbeat voice. "Do you have a medical kit anywhere here?"

00:30 WAYNE ENTERPRISE R&D DEPARTMENT JUNE 22ND 2004

"I knew that you weren't using these things for a new sport, but I never imagined you were a vigilante," Lucius said, dropping another bullet he'd taken out of my shoulder into a metal bowl. "You probably should have asked for more."

"I didn't want to be so suspicious," I answered as Lucius began stitching up the last of my wounds. "After all, you already realized I was lying to you."

"Well now that I know, what else do you need?" he asked, glancing up at me over his glasses, a slight smile on his face. "After all, anything that will make it easier for you to make Gotham safer."

"Are you sure?" I asked, looking at the older man, surprised that he was so calm about this. "It's not exactly legal to do this."

"I know the law Mr. Wayne, but I realize that Gotham is in a bad enough place that it needs someone like you," Lucius said, cutting off the the thread and finessing the stitches. "Especially, if they're well equipped."

12:00 WAYNE ENTERPRISE R&D DEPARTMENT JUL 24TH 2004

"Mr. Wayne, I wasn't quite expecting you yet," Lucius said as I walked into the basement like room that Lucius had been building things for me in during the past month. "I was just finishing up your transportation."

"Thank you Lucius," I said, looking at the long car getting what looked like a jet engine placed into the front by the white shirt wearing Lucius. "Do you think that will be easy to maneuver in Gotham?"

"Shouldn't be an issue Mr. Wayne," Lucius said as the engine clicked into place. "The jet engine will only activate when you press a particular button. Speaking of, It will be quite a task learning all the necessary buttons to use all your, gadgets."

"Would you mind giving me an instruction manual after you show me the suit," I said, looking over to a large metal cylinder.

I pulled the cowl over the top of my face and rubbed my hand against my chin. "Why not cover my entire face?" I asked, looking down at the yellow oval encircling the bat like symbol. "And why did you make me look like a bat?"

"You said to make you intimidating, and I've always found bats quite threatening myself," Lucius answered. "However, I wanted to make any one you happen to rescuer feel more comfortable knowing that you're human."

"Good idea Lucius." I said, opening up the cockpit of the jet black vehicle. "After all, criminals are a superstitious and cowardly lot."

AN: Sorry that this story is so short, but I'm a little stressed for time at the moment. Please leave a review, and check out my deviant art page to see the bat mobile drawn in my style.