Batman was running after Buffy.
DAMN.She's fast, he muttered, right after he started running alongside her. Buffy started increasing her pace, trying to show bats perhaps that she was tougher than looked.
Bats was busy chasing Buffy when a high shrill cry of "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!!!" Sliced the Gotham sky. Stopping abruptly Bats, stood frozen still, his ears searching for any sound that might tell him where the sound came from.It was definately a boy...an angry boy...The voice reminded him much of himself as a kid...tortuored...brooding and angry...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh"Snapping quickly out of his reverie, he ran towards the scream, his leather hood flapping in the wind after him. He turned into a street,at the far end of which there seemed to be sihoutte of some movements...The anguished cries seemed to have diffused in the suddenly, cold, frosty chilly air.Shivering he clicked on the heating button on the inside of his utility belt.Just as the heat from his suit, spread warmth over his body, an ominous, skeptical, feeling made the hairs on his spine stand.He took out a sharp-edged batarang and proceeded down the ally.It was when he was halfway through the alley that he realized that whoever was at teh end of the alley might in great peril...He ran down, all secrecy and clever tactics forgotten.
As he moved closer, a rather disturbing image appeared into view.There was a hooded man, leaning in very close, to someone who was sprawled on the cold floor.
bats aimed a batarang at the hooded figure but it bounced off of it.Yes, he realised, that hooded thing was no man, it was...some sort of creature...It turned it's head swiftly out of teh boy's face and looked at Batman. It looked in the sense that the covered front of his where a normal person's head would be, faced him.
Not even the joker had ever given him the chills that he felt now.His mind was clouded was by blurred images, palying like a movie, everyone, stabbing his heart like the event occured yesterday.He saw-FELT his father being shot down...sensed his mother's anguished cry as her body was mercilessly holed with a dozen or so bullets.Each seemed to have peired a whole in some part of her fragile body, only to have fountains of blood pour out and staining the concrete pavement below, where she collpsed blood splashing as sh edid so...Bruce felt sick and threw up...on his expensive suit that his mother had tailored just for him.He didn't bother wiping it off as his kneesgave in and he came trembling to the ground, his eyes never leaing the face of teh man who shot doen his parenst in front of his very eyes...
He felt cold...frozen like never before in his life...something seemd to be sucking the air around him...