The first panel of Batman Incorporated #6 seems lifted from a hard-boiled detective thriller. Bruce Wayne steers the Batmobile with one hand, an electric shaver trimming his stubble in the other. At the end of the sublime #5, a group of Batman Inc. operatives were blown up in a booby trapped explosion. It is to this that Bruce now speeds, not some presentation before the board.
"...I take it you won't be home for breakfast, Master Bruce?" comes Alfred's voice in the car. "Brunch," replies Bruce, his eyebrows pressing into his nose. Those working for him could be dead, and he's just decided to give his son back to his megalomaniac mother. Yet he shaves and arranges mealtime with matter-of-fact clarity. Bruce's brain operates on a higher plain to everyone else's. Some use acid to access that dormant 80% of the mind. Bruce uses the death of his parents.