I waved as the taxi drove off. Thomas Wayne didn't need to make every appearance a big event. I walked into the doctors office, taking in a big breath of the hospital. It smelled like food and health. This was one of the only clean hospitals in all of Gotham, despite constant regulations on cleaning. "Hello Mr. Wayne. How may I help you?" Asked the secretary. I pulled out a badge showing my clearance. "I'd like to speak with Dr. Hank Elliot if possible." She motioned down the hall, and I was off. Hank was my best friend. His son, Thomas, hung out with Bruce all of the time. They were inseparable. While the kids played, hank and I worked on new surgical ideas, ways to replace whole body parts and still have them function without electronics. He got promoted to head medical officer in Arkham yesterday, he'll be heading up there this afternoon. I opened the door to his office. Posters of the brain and skeleton lined the walls, with various cabinets full of medicine in them along the corners. "Ah! Thomas!" Dr Elliot said. He seemed happy. "So nice of you to drop by! What seems to be the matter?" I looked at him and didn't move. "Did you...hear about Jack Ryder?" Elliot shuddered. "Yeah. It's a shame what he did. Think of all those families, worried sick! What a monster. Thank god to whoever stopped them." I took in a long sigh. "It...it was me hank. I stopped them. I went out last night and...I struck first." Elliot's face turned to a smile. "Ha! Oh Thomas that's funny. You, running around, fighting crime? Ah man. Well they do say laughter is the best medicine." I grabbed his shoulder. "Listen Hank. I did it. I stopped Ryder and his goons. I saved those kids." I let him go, and he fell back into a chair. "Oh my word...if you ACTUALLY did it, show me some proof." His heart rate increased. He seemed worried. I opened up my suitcase to reveal the suit and a collection of batarangs. "Hank...I am batman." I said, looking around to make sure no one could hear. Hank took in a deep breath. "The kids...they're alright?" Dr. Elliot asked, wiping his sweaty palms on his coat. I told him all about last nights events, from the bank to Ryder's torture, I even told him about ra's and victor. He sat there silent.

"Wow...that's quite an evening you had Thomas." Hank said, breaking the silence. "Have you told Jim...have you told HIM?" I shook my head "I can't tell him. He doesn't see batman as a hero yet. Besides, I'd never tell HIM about it, he's been gone for the past 7 years." Hank sighed. "Good. Now...what do you need?" I tore back the suit to reveal the bullet wound. "Jesus! How did you survive a shot like this over 24 hours?!" I grunted as he took the bullet out. "Ra's taught me how to suppress pain. How to make it so that I could take 10 bullets and not go down." Hank chuckled to himself "That's some learning the patients could use here." The wound healed, I put back on the suit. "Do you need any...help in your...adventures, Thomas?" Hank asked, hoping the answer would be no. I grinned. "There is one thing. You remember that car we worked on last summer?"

We drove down to Hank's house, just a little outside of the Bowery in Gotham. Hank opened the garage door to reveal a large stealth army vehicle. It only had its frame and a few wheels, but it was still a beauty. "Thank you hank" I said, looking at him. "Thank you." I began to go outside to call Alfred and victor, telling them to get ready to work on the car. "One question Thomas. Why bats?" Hank asked, prepping the car to be moved. I laughed. "Because bats are pretty damn scary. And so am I." Hank and I laughed together, right up till Alfred came by.

There was a riot happening outside of the court house. They just appointed their first Muslim judge in Gotham history. People were going berserk, even violent. 13 police officers injured, 4 killed. Jim pulled the police back, and barred up the doors. One of the rioters shouted "YEAH! YOU HIDE, YOU COWARDS! YOU CALL YOURSELF AMER-" he was interrupted by a revving engine in the distance. I prepared the guns, this was gonna be fun. "What the hell is that?" Shouted one of the rioters, looking at the car. "STEP BACK!" Said one, throwing a Molotov onto the car. It didn't do anything, the armor on the car could stop a close range tank shot. I drifted around the corner, and opened fire on the rioters. Another guy got into his mustang and tried to ram it. I sent an electric shock, disabling the engine. They were just ignorant people, they didn't need to die. With the push of a button, a mini-gun popped out of the roof of the car. Thousands of non lethal rounds went into all of the rioters. One still stood, and fired a shot at the window. The bullet proof glass made it so I could just tap it for it to pop out. I ejected from the seat, and glided over to the others. Someone came at me from behind with a baseball bat. I was too slow to counter, and I felt it strike my spine. I stumbled, but got back up and fired at his legs, leaving him stumbling on the ground. One more man remained, coming at me with a knife. He slashed, left, right, the straight down. I blocked the downward strike, grabbing his hand as he kneeled in pain. "We have rights! We can gather and protest!" He spat at my lens, grinning. I gripped his fingers. "You killed people. Innocent people doing their job. All because you can't accept another person. I'm ashamed." I gripped on his middle finger, making him writhe in pain. "I know about 500 plus pressure points of the body. I could make you stop breathing with just a tap of my wrist. You disgust me." Before he could shout in anger, I shattered his rib cage, leaving him reeling on the street. "FREEZE FREAK!" Shouted a police officer inside the court. It was jim. He stared me down, eyeing my guns and car. "Don't worry Jim" I said, walking towards the Batmobile "he's gonna be fine." I hopped in, and drove away. Deputy Perkins came up behind Jim. "What the hell where ya thinkin!?" He shouted, nudging his back. Jim was still staring...wondering.