Gun shots echo through the library as you run. Maybe studying in Gotham wasn’t the best idea, you think to yourself. Before you can react, you’re pulled down and behind a large mahogany desk. A calloused hand covers your mouth. You look up and realize it’s connected to the Damian Wayne. He holds a finger up to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet as the gunshots get closer.

“Do. Not. Move,” He whispers.