*Ritual in Crime Alley*
The moment the Batman's blood touches the edge of the sand painting, Ibn feels it. He had hoped for more assistance, but they will have to make do with what they have. He signals the others that it's time to begin. He will need their focus, their will, their life-force. . .
Using a knife, he cuts into his palm and bleeds into his silver bowl. Blood calls to call. Like calls to like. On this spot his grandparents were murdered. His father's childhood shattered and reforged. There are potent, mystical ties here. From his pouch, he produces a stick of chalk and begins to transcribe a new pattern, a new mystical blueprint. Ibn calls upon his blood, the Wayne blood, and hopes that his ancestors help him.
Using a knife, he cuts into his palm and bleeds into his silver bowl. Blood calls to call. Like calls to like. On this spot his grandparents were murdered. His father's childhood shattered and reforged. There are potent, mystical ties here. From his pouch, he produces a stick of chalk and begins to transcribe a new pattern, a new mystical blueprint. Ibn calls upon his blood, the Wayne blood, and hopes that his ancestors help him.