Who: The Super-idiot
isitablurred and the Longsuffering Bat
kingofrooks. Oh, and Adrian Hoffman
When: Backdated to 30th June.
Where: Most likely all over the island, emphasis on Sectors 9 and 10.
Summary: Superman gets mind-controlled. Batman is somehow in the area. Why is Thursday having Tuesday's schedule?
Warnings: Violence. These two.
The events of the previous night still haunted him, and he had gotten very little sleep. But Bruce's body had acclimated to such conditions- and more importantly, he knew that if he continued to stay in he was going to go more than a little mad. More mad than usual- which was why he was outside, swinging from the buildings, keeping a look out for Darkness monsters and also for the inmates that the Joker had released. They had been hurting people; more names to be added to his list of people whom he had failed to save.
Fifteen seconds until his mind went down that same route again, damnit. It was far too inefficient and was already to affect his work. He needed to focus, especially since tonight the quarry was a telepath that had already managed to mind-control Superman at least once. Though, frankly, that wasn't entirely surprising, given that the man seemed to have a propensity for attracting that kind of thing. Which was why Bruce decided to head out earlier to try to hunt Hoffman down.
He had the psychic shields. If Desaad - a god - couldn't penetrate his shields entirely, neither would a telepath. Still, he shouldn't underestimate it or overestimate his own abilities, especially since-
Stop thinking about it.
It was difficult to turn away, however. He couldn't help but recall the metallic smell of blood. The look on-- movement. Footsteps out of the corner of his eyes. Bruce landed on a rooftop- and shot his grapple line in the other direction, heading towards-
Looks like Bruce had found his prey- or was it because his prey had found him instead?