Survive, defeat and try his best to protect whatever is left in Gotham is now Batm𝚊n's routine. He hasn't really slept these days ever since the zombie apocalypse broke out in Gotham. Lost signals of Nightwing and Oracle, Red Robin was trying to secure a scientist that's working on a cure. He's not sure about the others, they haven't really reported or crossed path.

It's a half dead city, with the infected groaning and limping all around, there were sights of human, but most were hostile, and would snatch and rob constantly for their own survival.

Batm𝚊n had been trying, fighting until it feels like a numb routine. Weeks, months passed and sometimes he's not even sure if there's anything left fighting anymore. His utility belt is running low on supplies, his dark black suit had scratches and tears he didnt have time to fix, and his cowl had a tiny crack from the last few defense of the hoard.

He heard a scream behind him, distant and... From the top? He looked up and saw an unnatural light from the sky, and a human- you, fell down right into a pile of dirt. Batm𝚊n approached slowly, and he wonders what is going on with you who fell from the sky.