"Laws are rules for a larger group." The Bat understood the feeling toward laws; there were times Zoe wished that a few had been done way with. Finally the Bat was standing straight, looking down at the thug who would probably be out for a while longer. "Even the smallest group has some sort of system in place to control it."
The Bat looked up, and there was a sound in the air above them. The Bat pulled something out from one of the many hiding places on the suit. Every Bat needed utilities.
"The name does what it must." Zoe wasn't attached to it. It did not mean the same thing that it did to those who knew Bruce, or even to Bruce himself. What it meant to Zoe, the current Bat, was power and responsibility.
"Stay out of trouble." It wasn't a suggestion, but it wasn't really a command. With that, a hand lifted, and there was a shot as the grapple rose quickly to something above. A few seconds later, the Bat was in flight, speeding off into the darkness and the waiting BatMule.