You are Bruce Wayne, heir to the Wayne fortune, chief stockholder of Wayne Industries and chairman of the Wayne Foundation.

Ten years ago, your parents were shot in front of you in an alleyway over some loose change. You saw that there was darkness in the world, and vowed to oppose it.

So you traveled the world, seeking training to become the greatest warrior the world has ever known.

… you were eleven.

One year ago, roughing it somewhere in central Asia – and having finally run out of non-mythical masters to beat – you finally confronted your doubts. You met a man who argued in favor of violently opposing the evil in the world, tracking down the cowardly and superstitious and violently confronting them. You disagreed. Violently.

One month ago, you returned home to Gotham.

Two years ago, Superman appeared, a small but very visible and unstoppable risk to anyone committing crimes in neighboring Metropolis. A man in tights, flying through the air like a bullet and supernaturally strong.

Six months ago, he disappeared.

Neither of these events has done wonders for Gotham’s crime rate.

The second report from the three or so Wayne Foundation employees who take you seriously is waiting for you, along with a breakfast courtesy of Alfred; your father’s old retainer and your Godfather, who is either staggeringly loyal or playing some vastly deeper game that involves managing your affairs perfectly for ten years in your absence.

Drinking your morning cup of coffee and leafing through it, your mind wanders a little, but there are four main points:

There appears to have been an uptick in mental illness in the city, especially crime-related, and the old Arkham Madhouse has come into the Foundation’s hands. Lucius wants your input in determining the renovated version is effective and secure.

The district attorney is looking to talk to you about improving law enforcement; you remember being pretty close friends when you were younger. You’re honestly not sure if it’s a coincidence or Alfred’s way of nudging you to get back in contact.

Some kids were apparently bitten by a crocodile while shoveling snow into a manhole. Are our sewers infested with crocodiles?

Finally, there have been several “lesser” heroes reported attacking petty criminals in the wake of Superman’s disappearance. A guy in medieval-style armor in Metropolis has apparently shot someone, and Gotham Police are investigating several claims that a “ghost” has sabotaged shipments in the docks.

What do you want to do?

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