You stumbled backwards when the werewolf snarled at you, trying your best to find a way out of the alleyway you stumbled into. You were hoping to have a good peaceful night.

You weren’t expecting to find your friend Bruce Wayne turned into a werewolf. Was he always a werewolf? You weren’t sure but that didn’t matter. Not now at least. Right now you were trying to get out before he caught you.

But at least you found him. He had gone missing for awhile now, and the other vigilantes had to pick up after him, as if he had died, and here he was, living in an alleyway.

And he was hunting you. Clearly blood thirsty.

You saw the entrance of the alleyway ahead of you, only to yelp in shock when you felt him drag you to the ground clamoring on top of you. Wince of pain flashed across your face as you turned to rest on your back, swallowing nervously when you saw him hovering over you, trapping you between him and the ground.