Yep, gotta go

He left without another word, leaving Vicki creampied and fucked on the bed.

Most business-esque required suitcases or whatever. Wayne Technologies wasn't like that. Everything was on the computer. He didn't need anything besides a full suit.

Regardless, he tugged on his tie as his feet carried him through the streets of Gotham. The path ahead was foggy and he kept his eyes and ears alert.

'Wallet, check. Keys, check.' He tapped at his back pocket and sighed in relief. 'Phone, check. I have everything. With how fast things went last night, I was afraid I lost something.'

A cracked sidewalk accompanied his journey. Vicki lived at a cross between the good and bad parts of Gotham. Taking a taxi was the most safe bet but Aaron would rather walk to keep up his fitness and save money.

It was dawn and the sun was rising on the sleeping Gotham. The sky was a dark blue mixing into orange. Not too dark and not too bright. It was strange, really. He went to work when the sun cracked the sky, slaved away for ten straight hours, and when he came out it was dark. Seeing the sun, the light, was a rarity. And Aaron wasn't the only person experiencing this darkness. Nearly everyone in Gotham had these timings, like it was tradition.

A few shady figures walked past him. Aaron minded his own business and didn't spare them a glance. As long as they weren't wearing Joker masks, he was good. Even a Riddler henchman would be okay with him since he was decent at solving puzzles.

He glanced at the street names and then his phone. He wasn't particularly familiar with these streets and needed a GPS to guide him. He looked and looked, made two left turns, then–

"Hey, you piece of shit! Get the fuck away from me!"

–heard a furious shout in the passing alleyway. Aaron sucked in a breath and slowly turned. Within the shadows of the alleyway, he could hear grunts and metal and heavy thumbs. The cries of a struggle. If he continued on ahead and tracked for another minute, he would make it to the good, safe part of Gotham. The rich zone.

There were countless crime families and gangs: the Khadym mob, the Falcone Crime Family, the Dockyard Dogs, the Steel Unicorns. Regular Gotham folks, no matter what they heard or saw, were told to keep their heads down.

In the past, Aaron would have done that. He would have been like any other good citizen of Gotham and kept walking.

But now he was cursed with the knowledge of the Bat Family and their troubles. Cassandra's tiny voice managed to worm its way into his subconscious and urged him to help whoever it was.

From the sound of it, it was a young woman too.