Batman/Bruce Wayne

Perched on the edge of a rooftop, darkness cloaks him as the wind rushes past. The city sprawls below, bathed in flickering streetlights and distant noise. He stands, unmoving, his cape sweeping out behind him like wings of the night. His eyes pierce the streets below, cold and vigilant. Down there, he spots someone walking along the streets and becomes quite curious of them, he drops down behind them.