Dec 13, 2016
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Writer Matthew Manning.
Photographs from Bruce Wayne’s early years.
Blueprints for Oracle’s clocktower.
Bruce’s file on Superman.
“Clark Kent and I are not best friends. I don’t often ask for help, or even his opinion in most cases. But with the exception of Dick Grayson, there is no one else in this world that I have trusted more often with my life.”
And some of his handwritten notes of their first encounter:
“He’s shorter than I imagined. Taller than me, but shorter than I pictured him.
He doesn’t mince words. He tells me he’s taking me in to police headquarters. He tells me that I’m an outlaw. He comes to my city and tells me the way things are. And then he moves towards me in that ridiculously bright costume, so I tell him to stop. Maybe try his infrared vision first.
I’ve been studying this Superman since he emerged in Metropolis over eight months ago. In fact, if my suspicions are accurate, I’ve been studying him for much longer than that. I know his powers - his super-strength, flight, invulnerability. But I also know his weaknesses. And one of them we have in common. He won’t...he can’t put an innocent life at risk.
He detects the field I’ve projected around my body instantly. I tell him it’s tuned to his extremely dense body structure. That if he breaks the field, he’ll trigger a bomb somewhere in Gotham City, and an innocent person will die. He can hear it in my voice. He knows I’m telling the truth, and it makes him tense up, angry. I see a spark of red in his eye. Must be holding back that heat vision I’ve heard them talk about. If I didn’t know his reputation, I think I would be legitimately concerned for my life.
I can see by his expression that he’s already trying to think of a way around my little plot, so I take his mind off it, tell him about the woman I’ve been tracking for the last five days: a deranged jewel thief who calls herself Magpie. I tell Superman that he has his own methods, and they may work in a bright, shadow-free city like Metropolis, but Gotham requires a different approach. It needs someone like me.
He’s listening - I can tell he’s listening - but then his attention shifts. He hears something with that super-hearing of his. I catch his sideways glance. It’s her. I can see it on his face before he says it. He’s found Magpie already. Just like that.
He’s up and in the air in an instant. I follow, and like the boy scout that he is, he lets me. It’s so easy for him. A mere jewel thief is hardly even on his radar.
I wonder if the two of us could ever become allies. I wonder if I could ever trust someone like him. Someone with his abilities. Someone that power. Someone that dangerous.
And I also wonder if I’ll ever tell him that the bomb he’d trigger by stepping into my personal field is in my utility belt. That the innocent that he’d have killed would have been me. I wonder what kind of reaction that would get from him.
Might be worth it just to find out.” - Bruce Wayne, Batman’s notes
The Man of Steel.
He’s shorter than I imagined. Taller than me, but shorter than I pictured him.
He doesn’t mince words. He tells me he’s taking me in to police headquarters. He tells me that I’m an outlaw. He comes to my city and tells me the way things are. And then he moves towards me in that ridiculously bright costume, so I tell him to stop. Maybe try his infrared vision first.
I’ve been studying this Superman since he emerged in Metropolis over eight months ago. In fact, if my suspicions are accurate, I’ve been studying him for much longer than that. I know his powers — his super-strength, flight, invulnerability. But I also know his weaknesses. And one of them we have in common. He wont … he can’t put an innocent life at risk.
He detects the field I’ve projected around my body instantly. I tell him it’s tuned to his extremely dense body structure. That if he breaks the field, he’ll trigger a bomb somewhere in Gotham City, and an innocent person will die. He can hear it in my voice. He knows I’m telling the truth, and it makes him tense up, angry. I see a spark of red in his eye. Must be holding back that heat vision I’ve heard them talk about. If I didn’t know his reputation, I think I would be legitimately concerned for my life.
I can see by his expression that he’s already trying to think of a way around my little plot, so I take his mind off it, tell him about the woman I’ve been tracking for the last five days: a deranged jewel thief who calls herself Magpie. I tell Superman that he has his own methods, and they may work in a bright,shadow-free city like Metropolis, but Gotham requires a different approach. It needs someone like me.
He’s listening — I can tell he’s listening — but then his attention shifts. He hears something with that super-hearing of his. I catch his sideways glance. It’s her. I can see it on his face before he says it. He’s found Magpie already. Just like that.
He’s up and in the air in an instant. I follow, and like the boy scout that he is, he lets me. It’s so easy for him. A mere jewel thief is hardly even on his radar.
I wonder if the two of us could ever become allies. I wonder if I could ever trust someone like him. Someone with his abilities. Someone that powerful. Someone that dangerous.
And I also wonder if I’ll ever tell him that the bomb he’d trigger by stepping into my personal field is in my Utility Belt. That the “innocent” that he’d have killed would have been me. I wonder what kind of reaction that would get from him.
Might be worth it just to find out.
—Bruce Wayne; The Batman Files
The Man of Steel.
He's shorter than I imagined. Taller than me, but shorter than I pictured him.
He doesn't mince words. He tells me he's taking me in to police headquarters. He tells me that I'm an outlaw. He comes to my city and tells me the way things are. And then he moves towards me in that ridiculously bright costume, so I tell him to stop. Maybe try his infrared vision first.
I've been studying this Superman since he emerged in Metropolis over eight months ago. In fact, if my suspicions are accurate, I've been studying him for much longer than that. I know his powers -- his super-strength, flight, invulnerability. But I also know his weaknesses. And one of them we have in common. He wont ... he can't put an innocent life at risk.
He detects the field I've projected around my body instantly. I tell him it's tuned to his extremely dense body structure. That if he breaks the field, he'll trigger a bomb somewhere in Gotham City, and an innocent person will die. He can hear it in my voice. He knows I'm telling the truth, and it makes him tense up, angry. I see a spark of red in his eye. Must be holding back that heat vision I've heard them talk about. If I didn't know his reputation, I think I would be legitimately concerned for my life.
I can see by his expression that he's already trying to think of a way around my little plot, so I take his mind off it, tell him about the woman I've been tracking for the last five days: a deranged jewel thief who calls herself Magpie. I tell Superman that he has his own methods, and they may work in a bright,shadow-free city like Metropolis, but Gotham requires a different approach. It needs someone like me.
He's listening -- I can tell he's listening -- but then his attention shifts. He hears something with that super-hearing of his. I catch his sideways glance. It's her. I can see it on his face before he says it. He's found Magpie already. Just like that.
He's up and in the air in an instant. I follow, and like the boy scout that he is, he lets me. It's so easy for him. A mere jewel thief is hardly even on his radar.
I wonder if the two of us could ever become allies. I wonder if I could ever trust someone like him. Someone with his abilities. Someone that powerful. Someone that dangerous.
And I also wonder if I'll ever tell him that the bomb he'd trigger by stepping into my personal field is in my Utility Belt. That the "innocent" that he'd have killed would have been me. I wonder what kind of reaction that would get from him.
Might be worth it just to find out.
--Bruce Wayne; The Batman Files
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Oct 17th- I'm careful when I open the window. My new roommate, Harvey Dent, is snoring not two feet away, and I don't want to wake him. He murmers something in his sleep, like he's having a conversation with himself. It's not the first time I've seen him do that, so it doesn't really take me by surprise. He turns over on his side away from me, and I head out the window. I'll be back before he gets up for his first class in the morning. Harvey's nice and all, but I'm not sure we have much in common. His world seems pretty perfect. He's got the friends, the girl, and from what he says, the ideal family life at home. But he's gone out of his way to be nice to me. Could be because of my family's money, but I don't think so. I really think he's just genuinely a nice guy. I don't have time for friends, but if I did, he'd be a good place to start.
Bruce Wayne, Batman Files
An article by Lois Lane on the crisis in Gotham, and a map showing the gang lines drawn in the city.