His body lied lifeless at your feet; a white blood drained corpse... but his eyes were wide open, and they were looking at you. Suddenly his mouth turned into a smirking pair of jaws, baring needle sharp teeth and blood stained gums. His leg turned around and snapped in all the wrong ways, then followed by the other as he stood up. Walking slowly towards you his hands were held outwards, pointing directly at your throat.

Oh god oh god he was going to kill you.

It's not real.

He was going to kill you!

As if all sound had been pushed out in a vacuum you couldn't hear your own screaming, but the pain from your throat suggested you had been screaming for long. His beautiful face, his smile that you loved... Twisted into a grotesque version.. Of.. Of a bat?

Your entire body jumped as a pair of black leathered hands took a firm grip of your shoulders. Suddenly the creature was no longer a bloodied and mutated Bruce, but a bat. As much as you were relieved of it, your heart was pounding so hard you thought it'd force itself out of your chest and leave a bloody pile on the floor any second. You attempted to muster a rejection by words, but your screaming simply came out as a mixture of sobbing and cries. It's mouth moved, but you heard nothing but screeches between the sharp teeth. Forcing your eyes from the fixated point of it's jaws you snapped up to it's eyes. Pitch black holes met your gaze, and for a few seconds you saw your reflection. You couldn't believe your eyes. Half of your face was gone! Needles piercing your entire skin! You felt positively dizzy as blood drained from your face. Finally, the lack of air made everything blacken.

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Bruce's POW

"I am going in Alfred, which entrances are the best?" You tapped the intercom connecting you to your butler.

"Don't want to make for a grand entrance, Master Bruce?" Alfred joked, shortly afterwards replying once more, "Other than the few windows, there is a door on the roof and a tunnel underneath."

"Any scans on where in the building they might be?" Activating the heat scan you began inspecting whatever you could of the building.

"No sir, but my best guess is on the basement floor. There are old schematics of the abandoned building suggesting the holding cells were mostly down there, and by the looks of it, also most intact."

"I will take the roof entrance then. I Refuse to miss anything."

"Good luck, Sir." Alfred wished you.

You lowered the intercom and declined your heat scanner. Looking out over the grim part of the city you focused on the old police station that clearly had been damaged and left to be abandoned. Kicking your heel into the edge of the ground you sprinted into the air and forced your arms out; electricity surged into the cloth and stiffened it, allowing you to silently soar down towards the opposite roof. As soon as your feet made contact to the concrete the cape folded and you made your way to the door. It was, of course, locked. To your favour, the hinges were old and clearly not a problem; grabbing the sides of the door you strained your muscles and began forcing it towards the side, prompting it to break.
Seconds later it did.
Slowly setting it aside you begun your silent journey down the old metal stairs. You had tracked [Y/N]s gps signal from the car, thankfully all modern cars had those these days, and found it to have been inactive on the same spot for a few days. Heading over to it, you found it almost jammed in an alley. By activating your scanners you could almost make out a pattern which suggested that you had fled from something. By calculations, this was the same evening you were out fighting the crazed mob by the bridge, making you put one and one together that she had been there at the same time. You still didn't know why. The tracks of her had vanished by the canal, but you found new tracks which eventually led you here. A worrying and somewhat anxious emotion arose in your chest. You had felt horrible seconds after telling her to go home, but deemed it was necessary. By now you realised you had been wrong. You wanted to take the next step, not push her away. Returning to your senses you forced yourself to return to a focused state if mind. No matter what you found in there, justice had to be done.

Alfred seemed to have been right, leaving the entire part with top floors empty. It felt ominously empty. Finally making your way down the stairs, you were met with shock. There she sat, tied to a chair with bloodied wrists and ankles. She looked horrible. This was all your fault. Against your better judgement you approach and took a firm grip of her shoulders, attempting to whisper her name. It hurt deeply to see the fear in her eyes, the wild and animalistic panic surging through her veins. Biting your tongue you realised you were putting yourself at risk, and against your own wishes withdrew to the shadow. 

You heard steps coming down the corridor and activated your scanners, seeing four humanoids, male, coming towards the room. You took a step aside to position yourself. As soon as they came into the room, it was evident they were not the genius behind these attacks.

"Huh. I don't get it. Why keep her around?" One man frowned.

"Clearly to bait." A second one approach her and kicked her chair, causing new energy to surface to her screaming. It hurt, seeing her like this. 

"Glad I ain't affected by this." The third one snorted.

With a snapping speed you grabbed your batclaw and pull the first one in, then wrapped the thread around his throat and locked it there. It went fast enough to confuse his friends, and you were soon in the face of a second. Locking your hand to a fist you aimed it to his guts and dug it deep into his lower abdomen. Joining in the desperate gasps for air, the man growled in pain and lashed out his hands in an attempt to retaliate. With a well trained move, you twirled to the side and grabbed his arms only to push your shoulder under his armpit and force lift in off the ground and hurl him harshly over at his friend, resulting in them both falling to the ground. Putting focus to the fourth man you took out a batarang and shot it towards him. As it dug into his left arm skin it made the man drop his newly found knife and cry out in pain. This was the only distraction you needed to reach him and knock him unconscious with a firm grip around the back of his head and give him a blind date with your knee. Taking a step back to the man with the batclaw you released the thread to ensure he wouldn't suffocate. Once more, you returned to the shadows.
It wouldn't take long until another patrol came by, but this time they swiftly turned around and made a run for it. Good. While they were gone you approached her again. She wouldn't stop screaming. Cursing yourself for your next act you fetched tape from your gadgets and closed her lips. This wasn't time for unnecessary attention. Cutting the ropes open that kept her to the chair you soon realised that her consciousness would prove nothing but a hassle. With a deep breath you made yourself keep a professional attitude and lifted your fist, knocking her unconscious. As soon as her body stopped struggle in the fear, you lifted her up on your shoulder and went for an exit to the building.

The men were clearly still puzzled of how quick everything went, and you found that getting out was easier than you first thought. Nevertheless, you could hear they were only a few seconds behind you. With a firm grip around the woman you used the batclaw to pull yourself to the next roof and from there down to the alley where you parked the batmobile. 

Now to return home.