-In the night he hears em talk, the coldest story ever told somewhere far along this road.a man lost his soul, to a woman so heartless..- Bruce never believed this story. His butler Alfred Pennyworth had said it many times before since he was 20. "Ive heard about it many times Alfred." He said.And today retold it after learning that Bruce was going from that exact road to his next mission. By foot. The snowy mountains in the dark night couldn't support a car. Or at least not all the way up. Now here he was thinking it was all bullshit. It was midnight as he was still walking up the snowy cold roads. It was truly freezing out.. He walked up more until the road was finally good to drive onto. He got on the bat mobil and drove off. Yet he never expected his faith to be this close..he stopped at a distant fancy yet lone hotel. The stuff we're good. He sat in the lobby warming up until he heard the entrance door burst open and a guy running in seemingly scared shitless as he talked and talked to the stuff about how he met a woman. A cold woman on the road that wanted a ride. The man was generous and decided to help her out, he intrigued by the woman's beauty as well. By the moment he parked and looked at the woman besides him her ruby eyes were glowing dangerously. This is when Bruce understood the story that he heard over and over again..that woman...

He stood up and rushed upstairs to his room, he got inside and locked the door. "Fucking hell.." he grumbled. He unbuttoned his shirt and entered the bathroom. Maybe a hot bath would help.. for now..