( cw: this thread will have themes of death, murder, zombies, body horror, dark thoughts.
there's no mistaking the engine angrily growling through the streets of excelsior that it belongs to the batmobile β that batman is around amidst the chaos.
the beasts that make themselves and their terrorizing of others known are handled with as swiftly as bruce can. most being hit angrily with the batmobile, shaking any off who happen to grab to the hood or rear of the car with angry swerves and maneuvers. like batman, it's only a year two model and isn't yet fully equipped with all sorts of gadgets and surprises to unleash on unsuspecting enemies, but still packs a hell of a punch with how heavily armored and modified it is.
still, at some point, he exits the vehicle, tries to remember that the shadows around him are his allies when punching his way through whatever monster comes for him isn't an option. it's draining. every time he does it. so he tries not to β relies more on his skill and how he typically handles things as batman: with his fists.
but there's a break in the fighting β in the chaos happening within the streets where a black hole closest to bruce suddenly shifts, bruce catching it out of the corner of his eye. batarang in hand, he twists to toss the batarang at the movement... but stops. there so close to him, thomas wayne. his father.
his father who begins to decay at a rapid rate. skin sallow and pitted, eyes sinking back into the skull. and all bruce can do is just stand there and stare at his father falling apart right before his eyes. completely unaware of the couple of beasts slithering their way towards him. )
the ghost of you β jason.
there's no mistaking the engine angrily growling through the streets of excelsior that it belongs to the batmobile β that batman is around amidst the chaos.
the beasts that make themselves and their terrorizing of others known are handled with as swiftly as bruce can. most being hit angrily with the batmobile, shaking any off who happen to grab to the hood or rear of the car with angry swerves and maneuvers. like batman, it's only a year two model and isn't yet fully equipped with all sorts of gadgets and surprises to unleash on unsuspecting enemies, but still packs a hell of a punch with how heavily armored and modified it is.
still, at some point, he exits the vehicle, tries to remember that the shadows around him are his allies when punching his way through whatever monster comes for him isn't an option. it's draining. every time he does it. so he tries not to β relies more on his skill and how he typically handles things as batman: with his fists.
but there's a break in the fighting β in the chaos happening within the streets where a black hole closest to bruce suddenly shifts, bruce catching it out of the corner of his eye. batarang in hand, he twists to toss the batarang at the movement... but stops. there so close to him, thomas wayne. his father.
his father who begins to decay at a rapid rate. skin sallow and pitted, eyes sinking back into the skull. and all bruce can do is just stand there and stare at his father falling apart right before his eyes. completely unaware of the couple of beasts slithering their way towards him. )