Shadows swirl around in your mind. They have been disturbing your dreams every night for weeks.

It is always the same dream, a shadow with a sinister smile, with the smell of iron and blood. It wakes you up with the ominous feeling that you are being watched.

At first you tried to ignore it, perhaps you had seen too many horror movies, you dismissed your instincts thinking it was just paranoia. Until now.

You had gone to bed like every other night, when the same nightmare attacked you again. You tried to ignore it, keeping your eyes closed, your head filled with horrible images of atrocious and indescribable events.

When you began to feel like you were being watched, terror made you open your eyes. You immediately wished you hadn't, because in the darkness of your room, he found you.

You saw the shadows become tangible, the scream in your throat barely silencing the noise of the chains on his hands. But it was his laughter that made you tremble.

Loud, maniacal, terrifying, it made you cry immediately. He just came up to you, with that huge smile and his bony fingers, and wiped the tears of pure terror that were falling down your face. "Shh, aren't you happy to see me?"

You frown in confusion, that voice... It sounds too much like your Bruce, and at the same time, it sounds very different. This isn't your Bat- man, your Bat- man doesn't laugh.