It is truly amazing that I find the time to sleep any more. There is so much happening between Batman and Bruce Wayne that I am surprised I haven't joined the insane criminals at Arkham Asylum. Nightwing introduced a new young man to me two nights ago. I am beyond livid with that man, thinking he has some sort of say in whom I choose to train. I had no intention what so ever of permitting another Robin or whatever name works beside me in the dark shadows of this city. Not after losing Jason to the Joker. His death brought me ever closer to crossing the line I walk every night, hoping that I don't slip and fall into the abyss of darkness below me. I've come so close so many times recently, that I am actually fearful of myself and what I could be capable of. Broken bones doesn't seem to be enough anymore to satisfy my rage at times. The criminal elements in my city only seem to become more violent with the amount of time that I have donned the cape and cowl. At least now for the past three years I have the Commissioner on my side. It was helpful when I joined on to save the world before the Justice League was formed. Yet another task to add to my juggling list, trying to keep everything straight and not let anything slip. Today is about getting everything in order.
First line of business: Tim Drake. After two nights of thinking about it, I admit that I have to do something. The boy is bright, having figured out both Dick's and my secret identities. All from viewing Dick showing off with a quadruple somersault while apprehending the Penguin. I've always told Dick that he needed to keep from showing off his acrobatic skills, and Tim is now the reason why. Luckily for Dick though, Tim seems to idolize the Batman and Robin identities. I've pulled up all the information I could on the boy, and it is saddening to find out about the demise of his mother and the critical condition of his father being in a coma. Perhaps that created the soft spot I feel, which helped to support my decision to allow Tim into the fold. I can't be certain at this point. He will start by training with Alfred in the beginning. My faithful butler and surrogate father figure knows nearly as much as I do since he traveled with me all that time while I was growing up. If he'd thought for an instant that the Batman would be what was created from all that, I doubt he would have allowed me to travel and train all those years. Once Alfred gives his approval of Tim's training, Nightwing will take over from there. Dick certainly owes me one for even bringing this boy to me in the first place. If Tim makes it through Dick's training regimen, then I will have to take over and train him for his final preparations to begin patrolling at night. I'm also going to design a more protective Robin suit, and I will be watching the entire time for any signs that he acts like a loose cannon and does not follow instructions. I'm not going to lose another young life to the likes of someone like the Joker again. Losing Jason was almost enough to bring me crashing into insanity.
Second line of business: Playboy fop. I truly hate the persona of Bruce Wayne. It is a struggle at times to act so ignorant all the time. The women that I force myself to be with are utter disappointments. They are either absolute gold diggers looking to cash in by sweeping Bruce off his feet and into marriage, or they are attempting to become pregnant and have an 18 year long lottery ticket. The latter is the reason why I find ways to take them home and have them so inebriated that they either pass out or surely cannot remember what they did, if anything at all. Some ruffled bed sheets for them to wake up to in the morning, having them believing that they may have scored on a gold mine actually brings a smile to my face at times. Fools. I almost wish I could be there to see the disappointment on their faces when the pregnancy tests come back negative time and time again. This mode of operation actually depresses me more sometimes than dealing with the criminal element. I've come now to accept that happiness is a fantasy not meant for myself. It's not for the Batman or the Playboy fop either. I swear at times I deserve an Oscar for my performances at showing how happy Bruce Wayne is. I will have to find out the next social event Bruce Wayne is supposed to attend from Alfred in the morning. I'd almost kill for someone competent to have an actual conversation with at these events in place of the air heads that I bring along at my side. My fear is that if they are somewhat intelligent, then what would stop them from being able to put the pieces together about my actual late night activities. Perhaps this is part of the price I have to pay in order to honor my parent's legacy.
At least Wayne Enterprises doesn't require too much of my attention. Lucius Fox is a wonderful man that I am honestly privileged to have met and employ. The business would most likely have fallen to some other company such as Lex Corp if not for that man. I can only spend so many hours in the day focusing on the ins and outs of what goes on here, and having Lucius here allows me to let some precious time slide so that I can stay sharp for my other activities. I do however maintain a close eye on the WayneTech portion of the company. Any new technology to help me in my mission that I can gather from here I gladly take without hesitation. That's one of the perks of being the owner of a multi-billion dollar company I suppose.
The last piece of new business I have to focus on is the Justice League. Once again, my time is limited with just how much I can give to protect the world. During the next staff meeting I'm going to suggest pushing them back to every other week. Either that or I'll start attending only half of the meetings. There cannot be that much to report on which would justify a weekly meeting between seven people. I designed the space station myself, and I know that it runs basically on its own. Hell, I even powered it utilizing solar panels to make it self sufficient in at least that area so I wouldn't have to worry about it. Water on the station is the only true challenge, but even that I've designed to be as efficient as possible. Any updates necessary I wouldn't trust most of the League to handle, but the first person that refers to me as the Watchtower handyman, I'm going to punish and punish severely. The last time someone even questioned my actions it was Flash. Because of him I made sure they each had a full and detailed code of conduct handbook provided to them the very next morning, just to prove a point that I will not tolerate any ignorance. It didn't help in Flash's cause when on the cover was his lightning bolt symbol. I'd wager that any training sessions for him became quite uncomfortable for the next few weeks. I gave them all just one week before I brought up the handbook for a vote. I didn't want them to take the time to go through it thoroughly as I'd placed some various protocols and exemptions in it for certain appearances that were only affronted to part time League members such as myself. Even so I was surprised that there was no opposition in preventing the handbook from ratification. I doubt any of them even read through the entire 346 pages. Well, except perhaps J'onn did judging from the look he gave me before issuing his vote. He probably wondered where I found the time to write the damn thing in the first place. I chuckled internally at his expression. Insomnia at times can be beneficial. Just trying to protect Gotham took so much of my time already before this that I honestly can't fathom why I even took on a part time role within the League. Actually saying that, I'm lying to myself. Of course I know why I remained involved. Another threat against the world and my city just joined forces to create an all powerful army that would likely be completely unstoppable if they so chose to go that route. I cannot stand by and let that possibility come to fruition. So I decided to stay onboard and study each and every member. Everyone has a weakness that can be exploited if necessary.
This brings me to my next point, Protocol Rogue. I chose to shadow each member for approximately one month and put them through tests to discover more information about what each individual can do. Also I looked for any weaknesses to exploit if the time were to ever become necessary. As I had already known Clark beforehand, I started with him. The man is about as close to Godlike as I've seen. He is almost invulnerable with no outside interference to help you against him. It didn't take me long to discover that his strength is derived from our planet's yellow sun. I'd noticed after some battles that he would travel to the outer atmosphere and recharge his batteries so to speak, and when he returned he looked as though he hadn't even been in a battle. His main foe Luthor actually provided me with Clark's weaknesses. Perhaps I should thank him. The implosion of Clark's home planet allowed debris to float through space. Naturally some of it followed in the wake of Clark's ship to Earth. There is a low level of radiation, and Luthor actually stumbled on to the fact that it greatly weakens Superman. If exposed to it for a lengthy period of time, the poisonous radiation to him could actually prove to be fatal. I've spent the majority of my fop vacation time since then seeking out pieces of what has been called Kryptonite. I also discovered that Superman's x-ray vision is impaired by lead. He simply can't see through it. Therefore I designed my cowl with a lead lining to prevent any other possible Kryptonians from peaking and stealing away my secret identity. He still hasn't figured out how I was able to deduce his secret as Clark Kent so quickly, and I refuse to tell him. I like that it gives him an uneasiness about me where he actually takes me seriously as a potential threat. I do not regret making him feel that way one bit. I will be a threat to him if he ever crosses the line that has been set for any hero of Earth, even the almighty Superman.