Post Diluvium

11

"Ha!" I look down at the drawing of the new Batman suit, "Ha! Ha!"

I return the paper to the desk, taking a few steps back. I place my hand on my forehead, rubbing my temples.

Of course...Of fucking course, Bruce Wayne would be Batman.

Everything makes sense now.

The night we met, on the rooftop, he said that he could do more outside of the suit. He meant becoming Bruce Wayne.

The night Alfred was attacked by the Riddler, the reason Bruce Wayne wasn't there, was because Batman was in a car chase on the Interstate.

The trusting stare we shared at the gala when Scarecrow attacked. He was already thinking about how to protect everyone, just like I was.

Bruce Wayne knowing how to fight makes sense now.

That's how he knew who Scarecrow was before it was released to the public.

This also explains why he was so paranoid, always watching his back. Like how he was able to spot my earpiece and why he was so worried about me prying into his background. Not because he was a criminal, but because he was Batman.

I walk back to the computer monitors, surveying his workplace. Papers, journals, flash drives, and empty plates of food are scattered across the desk.

I push some papers to the side, revealing a journal.

Notes & Observations

(Gotham Project)

Year 3 March

I open the journal, reading the first page. It's notes... about his work as Batman. I flip the page. Same. He journals his findings every night.

I flipped to the date that we first met. The night on the rooftop.

I finally caught up with this new vigilante I've been tracking. She's elusive, but I finally got to her. She's... interesting. I've never seen anything like her gear before. Some type of electrified batons and goggles. Black market? Military? I don't know for sure. She slipped away as soon as I got to her. She's naive and impulsive. She's playing the tango with dangerous people. I tried to warn her, but I doubt she will listen. I suppose we shall see what comes of her.

So he was tracking me before we met. I had no idea I was being followed. I can only imagine what else he knows.

Also, I take it as a compliment that he thinks my gear is military. That means I did a damn good job of creating them. What I don't appreciate, is being called naive and impulsive.

I look up at the monitor. It's a video, of someone riding a motorcycle through the streets of Gotham. Live. I can only assume this is from Batman's POV.

I watch for a few moments as he parks the bike at the bottom of a building. He enters through a broken door, making his way to the elevator. The elevator jumps and skips its way up the building. He exits the elevator, walking out into an unfinished skyscraper. Tarps blow in the wind. The city skyline is visible from the windowless building.

He walks up to someone standing next to the Bat signal. The man turns and sees Batman walking up.

Lieutenant Gordon. He was the lead on the Riddler case. It is understandable that they would be working together.