"You should have tipped better…" Bruce awoke with his face lapping a puddle in front of the bar. He glanced up to see a hobo by a fire barrel, warming himself. Bruce slowly got to his feet, pain surging everywhere."

"Yep, he's definitely dead when I come back." He then strolled up to the barrel, then started casually taking out money from his wallet. He threw the wallet in the barrel holding the money out to the hobo. He eyed the wad of bills then cautiously back to Bruce.

"For what?" He said.

"Your SOUL." Bruce rasped deeply.

"Okay…" The man shrugged.

"Dude! No, here take it!"

"For what?"

"Siiigh, your jacket!"

"Okay." He started taking it off, Bruce in turn taking off his trench coat.

"Hey, hey, hey. Let me have it." Bruce glanced at him.

"I ain't given no hobo my coat. I'm gonna burn it.

"It's a nice coat", He shrugged, "Such a shame that…"

"Yeah? Well, too bad! I'm covering my tracks. Get ya own!" Bruce cast it in the barrel, but the hobo had other ideas.

"But…it's…IT'S A NICE COAT!" He grabbed it before it hit the flames.

"I know, dangit, I spent, like, a thousand bucks on it! GIVE IT BACK!" The hobo kicked the barrel over.

"AAH! Get back here! GET BACK HERE!" He started to roar in his batman voice.

"Russia smiles upon you my friend. Yahoo!" The hobo clicked his heels as he danced to the open side walk while Bruce was finishing his Indian fire dance.

"Be careful who sees you with that… buster..." Bruce snarled. He quickly looked around for something to throw. When he found a laden brick, he pulled the last of his C-4 from his back pocket. He stuck it to the brick and hurled it. He then ran the opposite direction through the streets…

"See how nice it is in pieces, ya Gotham trash…"

"KA-BOOM!"

"Then it was make or break time, I took some of Falcone said and I went to... "find myself" and got the heck and dodge out of Gotham, to see what it was like on the other side…"

"Then, when you lived among the criminals, did you start to pity them?" Ducard inquired.

"Heh…" Bruce snickered.

[Bruce in the busy marketed streets of China]

"The first time I stole so that I wouldn 't starve, yes."

[Steals fruit and hides. Sees small urchin boy]

"I lost many assumptions about the simple nature of right and wrong."

[Pulls an Aladdin, hands over fruit]

"Here, go ahead, take it…" kid puts his hand out.

"HA! Are you serious? This is survival, man!" Pulls back hand, takes a huge bite. Kid has tear in his eye… then totally takes him out with concealed, awesome ninja moves. Bruce is temporarily a cripple.

"This definitely ain't Gotham…"

Ducard allowed a smirk as Bruce continued his monologue.

"And when I traveled..."

[Bruce now in van, looking grizzly and serious]

"...I learned the fear before a crime..."

[Van pulls in deserted warehouse, Bruce and others jump out]

"...and the thrill of success."

[The Chinese police barge in and disrupt the operation. Men shout and scatter, none escape…]

"But I… never became one of them…" Bruce sniffed, turning away a little.

"Are… are you crying Bruce?" Bruce snapped back.

"No."

[Officer speaking mandarin]

"Fool. What the heck do I care what your name is? You're a criminal."

"I'm not a criminal." Bruce piped up in the same tongue.

"Tell that to the guy who owned these." Officer kicks box that was being smuggled, the name "Wayne Enterprises" written on it.

"Oh the irony…" Ducard shook his head.

"Yeah, they still didn't get how I knew all those secret passwords to get what I got in the first place. Definitely not Gotham."

"What's that supposed to mean about us?"

"That's beside the point…"

[And finally Bruce is led into the Chinese prison where we first found him] (Yays!) :)