Bruce furrowed his brow as he prepared to put on his black, latex and PVC batsuit.

"How many times am I going to have to catch this psycho and put him behind bars before he learns his lesson?"

"Well... I dunno, Sir. You've definitely got your work cut out for you, don't ya?"

Alfred answered, as he headed towards the exit of the Batcave.

"All I can do is leave you to it, and make you crumpets once you arrive back."

He chuckled to himself, as he headed up the marble stair case, and back through the secret entry-way.

The dark knight now donned the tight-fitting suit, of which was the same colour as the night sky of Gotham city.

"Alright, Alfred. What've you got on Mr. Funny Guy's location?"

He asked, through the communication system built into the batmobile.

"Some sad looking warehouse in the city outskirts... used to be a electrical and computer parts factory. Been abandoned for a decade or so. I'm sending the exact GPS location to you now. Start driving, and head for the highway."

The butler spoke with a hint of urgency in his register, as he sat at a large, oak wood desk, with multiple computer screens in front of him. The dim light from the moniters was all that lit the room.

"Alright, thanks. Is this his new den or something?"

Bruce stepped on the gas and sped out of the Batcave garage, highway in his sights.

"I suppose so, Master Bruce. It could also be a trap, mind you, so take care of yourself. Alright?"

"I'm a grown man, Alfred! But you're not wrong... I'll be on the look out for any suggestions of a trap. Batman out."

The billionaire chuckled and took his thumb off the microphone button on the steering wheel. He was left to his own devices now.