Disclaimer: Don't panic. You're not being stalked, only followed. Batman is not a creation of mine.

May 26th xoxx

It was night again and Bruce was once again deep in thought, staring at the wall from his pillow covered black velvet canopy bed. Cape? He thought. Cape? Cloak? Glove? Metal suit? Metal suit. Metal suit!

"Alfred!" he called.

"No sir, not this late and certainly not this time," Alfred said, as he opened the bedroom door, dressed in black star wars pajamas and holding a bucket of popcorn, "I don't want to be late for movie night," before closing the door the door behind him with a click.

He locked me in! Bruce thought, why is the lock on the other side? I'll have to have that corrected tomorrow... If Alfred's going out, why is he bare footed and in his pjs. Strange. Mr Strange. Bruce Strange. The Stranger. Midnight Stranger. The Midnight Stranger. Lord Queer, I've got it! The Midnight Stranger!