Bruce nods minutely; all right then. Now they're getting somewhere.

He lets the smoke go for a bit. He's not fond of it, but it seems fitting on cold nights.

"From now on, they will only appear to cull their own exposed corruption. Those that remain are now traps." The Militia has noticed that vigilantes have started picking off their disgraced number, and the Militia knows damn well how to pick battles. Nailing the people who did the exposing is a higher priority than a public show of discipline to pacify the masses. It's slow, frustrating work; his tactics likely won't work more than once. They're too adaptable, and too experienced.

"I'll contact you." When he's got more than a head's up. This is just one first step of many.