His instincts had sharpened, his senses had gone wild. It was as if something else was in his body, as if it were not himself, now he was just a beast without any control. Nightwing tried to stop him at the zero minute he transformed, but failed. He ran through the city that he had put so much effort into repairing, only to destroy it through a sagacity that was not typical of him.

The alley of crime, even now being a beast, felt familiar, sadly; the death of the people who brought him to life and where he found the beginning of other people. There was, in a corner, something that tremblingly covered itself and complained painfully. He sniffed hard, smelling the human scent. He then saw their movement, how they moved to see the beast that had previously been the local hero.

Bruce growled, showing his sharp teeth, but did not attack. Something in that individual's gaze gave him a confused feeling, something he had felt in his human life. The need to protect.

But still, he remained still and rigid, staring at the injured human. When he saw the small hint of the human's closeness, he growled louder. Stay away.