It was on his second sweep through the East End that a small shadowy figure in the darkness caught his attention. Of course it would be in the same neighborhood that one of his lives had ended and another began that he would finally find the boy who all signs were indicating was his son.
The faintest hint of red, yellow and green peeked out from beneath a darker hood and cloak, causing another ripple of anger in Batman, but leaving him without doubt that this was indeed the boy he was looking for. From his angle, he could see the binocular, but not what he was looking at. Batman carefully shifted his own position from one rooftop to that of its neighbor and spotted the two lookouts.
Batman knew this area better than almost any other in Gotham; there was clearly something happening, and any other night, his focus would be on the building below. But a different kind of curiosity had the better of him now, and though he remained poised to jump in the moment things got out of control - he knew exactly how the League fought, and would not let anyone die tonight - Batman decided to wait and watch, wanting to see what the boy would do.