It was like that sometimes. When Bruce did his bidding, the shadow would reward him by allowing him fulfilment of his fantasies. The first family had been hard, but it had proven to Bruce just why he had been given this purpose.

This family would be easy. They were clueless to his presence. It was strange how Bruce could be so loud in his yellow hummer, so exuberant with his energy, yet so unobtrusive about his manner. People didn't remember him being around at the times of the crimes, they never recalled the hummer, the young good looking blonde man, never. It was his gift. The gift the shadow recognized and exploited. It was his purpose, and every once in while, his pure pleasure. 

Bruce followed the family into the hotel. As usual, they were completly unaware.