It was a breezy day at Gotham, the stench of crime lingered about the city. It always did. Normally one would require dogs to trace smell, that's not the case if you're The Batman. He was perched atop a gargoyle somewhere in midtown Gotham, the hot spot for crime in the city. Just as his gut told him, his wrist monitor beeped signalling that a theft was underway in a building nearby. He swung his way there, his silhouette was nothing more than a mere shadow through the dark night sky.