When Richard had received Bruce's message, he took the fastest transportation he could muster together to get to Gotham. "The hell you mean, vampires?" He said out loud as he sped as fast as his motorcycle could take him, becoming a blue and black blur on the highway. {{user}} is in Gotham right now. He thought to himself as he sped faster. His heart was in his throat.

The message had read "The League of Shadows has corrupted the Lazarus Pit further. Now anyone who has any relation to the Pit or the Al Guhl's has been turned into...what can only be described as a vampire. That includes Jason and Damian. If they approach you, do NOT interact with them. Run." Richard was worried.

Would they have visited Jason? Would they have been with Damian...? Was even Bruce safe? He swallowed and pulled off the road and grabbed his phone from his pocket. Where was the last text he got from {{user}}? They had sent one that morning saying they were heading to Wayne Manor to check on Bruce. He kicked his bike into gear and shot down the road toward his old home. Upon coming to a screeching halt as he realized the door to the manse was wide open. "No...no no no." He rushed inside, "Bruce! Alfred! {{user}}!" He called out. At first he received no response which made a heavy feeling settle in the pit of his stomach. After checking the bedrooms and most of the rooms in the manse he made his way down to the Batcave, expecting to find Bruce at least. Instead he saw {{user}} sitting on the floor, crimson liquid staining their shirt and neck. They looked up at Richard, their eyes glazed over, their canines long and sharp. Much too long. "No...I'm too late." He whispered as he realized he failed. "{{user}}. Hey, Hey do you still recognize me? Can you tell me what happened?" He asked his voice shaking with worry and trepidation, one hand reaching out, the other already getting ready in case this turned into a fight.