but as a symbol i can be incorruptible
Gotham had been busy tonight. The gangs had surged up, and while he'd managed as best he could with the hands he had to offer, he'd still been late to return to the Narrows. It was something that had him worried, the reports of a new vigilante making himself known in the most dangerous neighborhood in Gotham. It may have helped him, keeping some of the criminals at bay, but it wasn't something that he could abide by. Not when half of the power of the Bat came from the intimidation that he enacted on the criminals of the city.
He had to get rid of the threat. This... Red Hood. He was a danger. A threat. A little more than a mad dog without a leash, only a step above the men they were both hunting at night. (Bruce didn't want to admit that some nights, he himself was just as low, skimming so dangerously close to the very animals he was so desperate to put down. He couldn't admit that.) He had to make him stop. And that meant hunting him down. But he was smart. Cunning enough, at least, to not roam the streets when Bruce was on patrol.
Bruce landed on a rooftop with a flutter. He'd already sent Tim home for the night - he'd had to, what with the way the boy's wrist had creaked alarmingly earlier in the night, showing signs of a possible sprain - but he had lingered on patrol, taking advantage of the opportunity to stalk more thoroughly than he might have otherwise, with a Robin by his side, with someone else who might get hurt. He scowered from the rooftops, frowning when the world was quiet. To some extent, he expected as much; news of the Bat traveled fast in these parts, and after the chaos of earlier, he would have been surprised if too many of the usual thugs dared to show their faces for long. But at the same time, it felt too quiet. The Hood had been hunting tonight. His eyes narrowed from behind the cowl and he straightened, starting to move.
Perhaps, if he was lucky, he would manage to find something worth hunting tonight too.