Batman finds the city against him.

From the underground fabrication facility under Wayne Enterprises, Lucius Fox watched the news from his seat while the machines behind him worked away on a pre-programmed design, spot welding plating on the new Batmobile to replace the one destroyed in the cave. Sipping at his coffee and turning up the volume, the man squinted at the news conference with the police commissioner.

“As I said, new evidence has shown that the series of brutal murders in our city have been perpetrated by the vigilante known as the Batman, I have officially recreated the squad that will be responsible for locating and apprehending the Batman as soon as physically possible.”

Continuing to take questions from the crowd of reporters, Lucius turned away from the television to see Bruce watching his new Batmobile being fabricated in front of him, the man wearing a black business suit and scratching his chin in deep thought.

“Looks like Gordan’s lost a little faith in you Bruce.”

“More like he’s being mind controlled.” Bruce replied, turning to look back at the older man and join him at the television screen. “Jim is a good cop, he’s NEVER been one to tamper with evidence.”

“Got to admit, the city’s been dicier than its ever been, even after that earthquake a few years back.”

“I intend to fix that… Hopefully soon.” Straightening his tie and checking the time on his watch, Bruce looked back at the Batmobile still being constructed. “How long until its complete?”

“It should be rolled into your cave in about 5 hours, just in time for a ride at night.”

“Good, I have to return to Wayne Manor, I’m expected there later.”

Leaning back into his chair and giving his employer a smirk, Lucius gave something as close to a fatherly smile as Bruce would ever recognise. “I take it you found another date after the last one splashed champagne in your eyes? What was her name again? Mindy? Mandy?”

“Melanie… I missed five of our dates, that could not be helped.”

“So, what makes this NEW date of yours the type to not keep her waiting?” Lucius asked, getting up from his seat to check on the Batmobile’s fabrication as the custom tires had been rolled in and were positioned to their future assembly.

“Because if I keep her waiting, she threatened to turn my front yard into a pine forest.” Stepping out of the facility bay and into the elevator to return to the upper levels of his enterprise, Lucius shrugged after seeing Bruce Wayne leave and chuckled back at the retort. “Girl must have a thing for the outdoors…”

*

It took Bruce a mere five minutes to exit the front lobby of his own company and step out into the streets of Gotham, bringing his hand over his eyes at the midday sun, Bruce stepped down the many steps and into the crowd of pedestrians making their way through the city. Waiting at a sidewalk, Bruce called over a taxi to return to his mansion when a stranger bumped into him from the side. Shuffling over and brushing the sleeve of his suit jacket, Bruce looked over to the man that carelessly bumped into him, about to tell the man to watch his step when he noticed a dull glassy look in the man’s eyes. His cloths were dirty and an obvious 5 o’clock shadow was present on the man’s face who merely blinked up at Bruce and shuffled on his way through the street without care or direction.

Poison Ivy’s words rang through him, that night she harmonized three werewolves… But slain two. ‘They would still turn human in the day… But there wouldn’t be anything of them left, they would shamble aimlessly, like zombies without thought or wills of their own, lost to wander in the daylight… Until night would fall.’ Narrowing his eyes, his attention darted back to the cab driver honking his horn to get the billionaire’s attention. “So, buddy you want to go somewhere or wait for another street urchin to steal yer wallet?”

Stepping into the vehicle, Bruce gestured to the driver where to go. On the drive back to the outskirts of the city, Bruce found he could not stop watching the crowds of people walking the streets and cross ways, paranoia settling in when he spotted more than a few men and women who wandered aimlessly looking like they had crawled out of an alleyway. Going out into the city outskirt, the cab driver stopped at the iron gates of Wayne Manor and whistled to himself when Bruce gave him a generous tip. Making his way up the front steps of his mansion and the double doors to the entrance, the man stepped inside and closed the door behind him. The moment he turned around though, the man found himself pinned back against the door with Harley grabbing hold of the scruff of his jacket and kissing him deeply. “Mmmmmmaaaaaah!” Pulling back so he could breath again, Harley Quinn giggled, twirling one of her pigtails in her hand. Giving Harley a closer look, Bruce found that she had gotten into the spare cloths he had for when any of the League members would be forced to stay at the manor. Having gone through Starfire’s spare cloths, the albino woman wore a pair of shear hot pants and an oversized beach t-shirt that looked baggy on the woman. “Like the duds B-Man? The shirt’s a little oversized for my liking, I mean DAMN that girl’s got some bizongas!” Harley exclaimed, holding out the front of the baggy t-shirt to show off what would be skin tight on Starfire.

“Well… Koriandr IS a foot and a half taller than you…”

Straightening himself, Bruce never had a chance to retort when Jessie, Hitomi and Chelsea had ganged up to press him back against the door, peppering his chin and lips with kisses and padding at his chest and shoulders as if checking for something. “Your OKAY!” “We were so worried.” “We saw the news; the police want you dead!”

Slowly pulling the three women away, Bruce found that they too have gotten into the spare clothing made available for guests, but unlike Harley they had the sense to go through Barbara’s wardrobe. “They don’t want Bruce Wayne Dead Hitomi, they want Batman dead; they don’t know that I’m Batman and they’ve never caught me in the past.”

“Good thing too, we had begun to worry.” Husked Poison Ivy who had decided to join everyone in the lobby. Unlike everyone else, Pamela merely wore a night gown that she had tied loosely around herself, exposing her full cleavage and legs as she passed by the others in front of her to press up gently against Bruce and kiss the man passionately. “After all… I can’t think of what I would do if you did not return, my love.” Whispered the red-haired beauty, pulling Bruce close again for another kiss, moaning into his mouth as she slowly reached for his belt line. A part of him wanted to resist the constant attention he received from the five ladies, but much to everyone’s surprise Bruce growled into the kiss and pressed Ivy against the wall. By the time she had gotten his belt off and freed his throbbing erection, Bruce had hoisted one of her firm long legs around his waist and speared into her womanhood. “Mmm… Welcome home my love…” The red haired beauty giggled continuing her kisses while the others helped their pack leader slip off his jacket.