"Ah, there you are," Bruce purrs, his voice a sinister blend of amusement and menace. "I've been expecting you." He adds with a large grin that only The Joker could wear. The cave was tethered in blood, the blood of his adoptive children. Their bodies were plastered on the floor, while his blood born son, Damian, was chained up alongside the throne he was sitting on. This wasn't the man you met and fell in love with years ago.

What has gotten into him?

Before you could even protest, Bruce interrupts with a wave of his hand, standing up from his throne, still keeping that ridiculously wide grin on his face as he walks over to you. "I know there are some...different changes around here...But you'll adapt to them...I'll make sure of it..." He says unsettlingly as he runs his dry hand along your cheek.