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Emma knew that there was never going to be an easy way to do anything, but this? She did not expect. She knew something was up, that this was all some sort of stunt or spectacle, but she did not predict how it ended. Did Bruce? Part of her felt like he fully planned and prepared for this sort of thing to happen, but how? 

Her adrenaline was boosting by the minute, trying to figure out what the next step was without Bruce right there to tell her. She was contacting everyone under the sun to try and make some sense of all that was happening. What helped keep her somewhat calm was Alfred who did not seem too panicked at the moment. The reason she was worrying for him for this was because he was only Bruce Wayne. No suit, no nothing. She felt it to be very ironic that he would lecture her on push her limits yet here he was truly pushing it to the max. 

❰     ✿   ;     𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒    ( @fromxbeginningxtoxend )     ❱         ↪      “  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

𝐀  𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊    to utter from the woman ;    standing at the balcony door to her apartment and watching as ribbons of scarlet trickled from the tear in the suit and onto the tiled flooring beneath his feet.     ❛❛ Shall I scold you for your reckless behaviour now, or perhaps when——  ❜❜     she was interrupted,  catching him as he stumbled in a momentary display of weakness.    Now was not the time to scold him,   she needed to help him.    ❛❛ H – Hey.  Hey.  Don’t pass out on me now,   at least help me get y’ to the bathroom.  ❜❜     she groaned a little under his weight,  using all her strength to keep him from falling over.

             ❛❛ Bloody hell,  what even happened  . . . ?  I haven’t had the news on all day  . . .  ❜❜     her feet dragged against the wooden floorboards of her apartment,   blood dripping into tiny puddles like a trail of breadcrumbs.    ❛❛ Come on  . . .  You big idiot  . . .  ❜❜     she muttered the curses,  the door to the bathroom slamming against the wall as she grabbed the towels off the rack and helped lower him to the ground,  placing them under his head as a makeshift pillow.  It wasn’t a medical bed,  but she had properly cleaned the floors earlier that day,  and the drainage would help with washing away the blood.

             For a split second,  she left his side and to the bathroom sink,  pulling out all the supplies she had before retrieving the medical kit  -  thank the gods she had updated it recently in case something like this were to happen.    A few steps out and into the hallway,  she grabbed more towels from the linen cupboard,  and within a few seconds she was back at his side,  the bath running with warm water should she need it.

             ❛❛ Tell me your still with me.  Keep talking to me.  Anything.  ❜❜    

The climb to the top of GCPD headquarters was not an easy one. But to Erin it was needed, and besides she never liked easy.

Finally making her way onto the roof she stops a second to take her breath before she makes her way to the reason of being here. To turn on the bat signal; to get Batman’s attention. Honestly, this had taken her days to plan. Her mentor, the Redhood, was always the one to direct her into what needed to be done. But he was gone now, and for far too long for her liking. Erin wanted to know what happened to him, and she didn’t know who else to go to.

Grabbing the tarp, she heaves and pulls the cover off until the signal light is finally free from hiding.

Holy crap it’s huge! And probably heavier than her! Erin circles around it, making her way to the front of the large contraption. A big bat symbol… yep this is it. As if she really needed to question about it. No other place has a big spotlight in the shape of a bat, but it doesn’t hurt to take a good look at it up close.

She shakes her head. Alright, enough distraction. Time to put this baby into use. Rounding to the back, she grabs the switch with both hands.

Her eyes gaze at the lever for a moment. ‘Never use it unless it’s for an extreme emergency.’ His voice echos clear in her mind. “Extreme of an emergency as any!” Hyping herself up, she closes her eyes and with a quick push downwards a click sounds and the bat signal beams against the clouds in the sky with bright intensity.

Erin ogles at the symbol for a moment. She’s never seen this close before. Then realization sets in. ‘Oh shit!’ Her thoughts scream. “I gotta hide! What if the police see it!” A gasp leaves her. “What if HE sees it?” That was the intention in the first place, but he doesn’t even know her! Let alone if he knows her mentor!

Is this what he did... all the time? Batman's control of the machine seemed effortless, even with the little curse he'd uttered before.

Two-Face found himself scrambling for something to hang on to, and quickly settled on gripping his seatbelt like it was a lifeline. On one hand, Harvey didn't want to die all smashed up in the Batmobile, and on the other, if the Batmobile got just smashed enough, he might be able to make an escape.

Then again, this thing was built like a tank. A fucking tank. He could hear gunfire bouncing off of the hull out there.

"Well, whoever it is- they brought guns. Could be drones. You're insane, by the way."

He flinched.

Ahsoka didn’t know where she was at. One minute she was fleeing from a group of Clone soldiers, who were trying to kill her, the next she found herself here. In this city. A city that she didn’t recognize and a city that she could sense wasn’t like any city she’s been to. She got to her feet and looks around, wondering where she’s at.

She stops when she saw a group of armed men, who appeared to be waiting for someone. Waiting for perhaps who they’re working for?

Alex had to give them credit, while they were so fucking far off the mark, they were connecting dots. From what he’d taken out of their rambling, his story would have been this: That he’d left Wayne Enterprises, not without prospects, but because he’d been scouted. It kind of sounded like there was a step or two because Batman “hired” him, but it was kind of hard to pick up when your head was pounding hard enough to make you see black spots. Great. When did people start watching him so closely? He was nothing. A sad little nobody.

They hadn’t been watching him of course. It was just a bit of luck with the pulled feeds from street lights and their cameras in that part of town. Drop offs, safe houses, that sort of thing. Right place, right time. For them at least.

He was screwed. They’d put out some crappy ransom, thinking it meant something. Bruce wasn’t coming for him. It’d be idiotic if he did. He was self righteous, not stupid. Even though Alex hadn’t said a word about him, it’d make sense to assume he’d sold him out, trying to avoid torture. Blood had stained his shirt when the filmed the video. Now it went across his jeans and shoes, blending in with old blood stains.

Alex sighed. Well, whatever, right? It wasn’t how he wanted to go, but you had to deal with the fucking hand you were dealt. He’d handled the situation gracefully at least. It was a small comfort. Time went on, and he began drifting in and out of consciousness until he felt his body being hoisted from the chair. The lights overhead were on- when had that happened? It was bright. Really fucking bright. “Whoa.” Whoa. Alex stumbled, somehow managing it in the complete support of Bruce’s arms. ‘Coward.’ His thoughts supplied. ‘Weak.’ His hands shook and the boy choked out a laugh. He felt like total shit and that usually meant good things.

Batman- Bruce, no, couldn’t call him that anymore. He’d lost any privileges of familiarity for all the trouble he’d caused- seemed angry. Really angry. It kind of made Alex want to crawl out of his skin and hide in a dark hole for a few thousand years if he was honest. “Shit.” He was in so much trouble, wasn’t he? Oh- they were moving. He was moving. Kind of. If adding in a step of his own every fifteen or so could be counted. Where were they going?

Please not the hospital! Or Batman’s, honestly. He .  .  . He’d handle this himself. He was fine. Nothing- Right, choke down the nausea- nothing he wasn’t going to deal with his goddamn self. “Take me home.” Alex said, honestly having no idea how it came out. He’d dissociated from the situation ages ago and couldn’t seem to pull himself back. Why would he want to anyway? It’d just freak him out. “I’m going home.”

      { ⛓ } -- Infiltrating was as effortless as breathing - quite literally, when it’s the perfect adjacent of one’s own Batcave from their universe. But this was currently empty, and ignorantly defenceless as the Batman of the current Universe was out indulging in his fantasies of vengeance and crimefighting. Following the tracks of a wild goose chase the Batman Who Laughs set with a few amenable pawns, while sculking in the shadows as a cowled crusader does best. Hilariously enough to him, the butler of the establishment never discovered his presence, remaining blissfully unaware while the password to the Batcave was entered, and locked from behind.

But it was awfully tedious to remain concealed when brimming with schemes, and amusement to unleash upon the Earth - Starting with Gotham. Footsteps sauntered to the nearest equipment Bruce held in his armoury, peering through all sorts of boxes until he came across the man’s batarangs. With a devilish smile, and tilt of the head, Laughs swiftly replaced the current weapons, with a duplicate of his own make. He shoved the old batarangs within his coat, then returned near the entrance. Tapping dangerously sharp nails along the counter of the main computer base, a giggle escaped the former-vigilante, and intentionally, a single hand extended to smash against the keyboard.

Alice struggles against her restraints, glaring darkly at the man who was keeping her captive. "Wretched imposter. Let me go!"" She spoke, watching as the man in black spoke into a camera, voice echoing outside. He was broadcasting her capture to the entire city.