Nights went by without the Dark Knight being seen, Bruce Wayne vanishing completely.. The cowl left as a enigma,  a cruel reminder that whoever took or killed Batman was out there.   Thomas dedicated himself to recovering his brother,  and hunting everyone who played a part in what could be his suffering or his demise..

Gotham's underbelly suffered every time there was something held back, every false lead or lie lead to shattered bones and permanent reminders. Proving exactly what Thomas was resorting to...

Pressing his gauntlet to the back of someone's head pressing their forehead to brick. Shredding his skin without a second thought." Don't tell me that was the night the bat died. Tell me the night the explosion took place. What kept me from getting to him. Now..." It got worse every second the person stammered.