Bruce's whole body was tense as he led the silent charge. Dick, Jason, Tim, Damian, and even Cassandra trailed behind him. This wasn't a normal case. This was a rouge mutant case. A werewolf, a lycanthrope, a wolf mutant, whatever you want to label it. It had been seen in Gotham, which meant the bats had to take care of it... whatever that came to.

Bruce was silent as he slipped into the abandoned motel, everyone was... besides Tim, who let out a cry when a piece of glass cut his hand pretty badly. Shit. A growl comes from the shadows. Everyone grabs their weapons. Damian already rearing back his katana to strike. Tim held his bleeding hand, the glass had cut right through his glove and damn it hurt...