And here is Tim's perspective about the Four Rules of Gotham. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman.

I had heard about the Four Rules of Gotham, but hadn't known how seriously some people took them.

I was out on patrol with Batman, following a lead on a string of robberies that had been taking place over the past three nights. Our search took us to East End. I kept waiting for Catwoman to leap out and attack us for being in her part of town, but she didn't. That was because she was dealing with a thief.

Needless to say it was rather amusing to watch the guy quiver in fear and apologize. Even from where I stood twenty feet away, I could sense her displeasure. But what could she do about it? Batman had spoken, and no one dared to cross the Batman.

Okay, some people would. Like Joker, Poison Ivy, Penguin.

Let me correct myself. No sane person would dare to cross the Batman.

My attention was drawn away from Catwoman by two men huddling by a dumpster. One of the men was staring directly at Catwoman, while the other was staring in the opposite direction.

"Wow, she's something else."

"Nate, you don't wanna be doin' that. The Bat will know, and he'll kill you! Remember? The four rules I told you about?"

Nate scoffed, "I think he's a legend. A myth. Who in their right mind would dress up as a giant- Whoa! That suit is so skin tight, it leaves practically nothing to the imagination."

I glanced over at Bruce to see if was paying attention to the guy. He was.

"I'm tellin' ya, Nate. You better stop."

"Mike, I've been living here for three days, and I haven't seen him yet. He doesn't exist. He's just something from a cop's imagination to keep us all terrified. But this kitty, she's not imaginary. She's real."

Just as I was beginning to wonder how long it would be before Bruce interfered, I noticed he was already gone. I watched as a shadow fell over Nate and Mike.

Mike looked up, terrified. "I was tryin' to tell him, Batman! Honest!"

"Go," the Dark Knight ground out.

Mike wasted no time in hurrying away, leaving Nate alone to suffer the wrath of Batman.

Nate turned and, much to his surprise, came face to face with the 'legend.' "B-Batman?" His eyes widened in horror as he realized that what his friend had been saying was true. "H-hey, I'm new here, so why don't you cut me a break?"

Batman glared at him, "Fine." He drove his fist into Nate's stomach, then slammed him against the dumpster.

He coughed and gasped for air. "I thought...you were going to...cut me a break."

"I did. I refrained from breaking every single bone in your body. Next time," Batman spat, "remember the four rules."

When Batman rejoined me, I grinned, "How long are you going to keep this up?"

"Until everyone in Gotham gets it through their head. Catwoman is untouchable. Now let's go. We need to find the robbers before the trail gets cold."

Chuckling to myself, I followed after him. Truth be told, I was kind of hoping that it would take a while before the Gothamites understood. It was very entertaining to watch the great Batman go psycho on anyone who dared to break the Four Rules of Gotham.