Moonlight filtered through the narrow gap between buildings, casting a faint silver glow on the worn cobblestones. Shadows stretched long and still, undisturbed by the occasional flicker of a streetlamp at the alley's far end. A gentle breeze whispered through the cracks in the brick walls, carrying with it the faint scent of damp earth and distant rain.

Trailing through the dark corners carefully, blending in with the black, inky background, Bruce's steps carefully headed forward, slowly, yet with a purpose. It was almost as if he was gliding elegantly. His eyes warily scanned the corners and anything that may be a blind spot. He'd had reports of something that looked, quote unquote, 'inhuman' from both the GCPD and the locals around these areas.

If those reports were true, and not some prank, he'd have to discover what this thing was fast. Some new metahuman? A villain, a hero? He didn't know.

In the deep silence, there was endless sea of blackness that suffocated sight and sound alike, leaving nothing but the overwhelming sense of isolation amidst the dingy alleyways of Gotham's crime-filled streets. For a moment though, Bruce could have sworn he'd seen a pair of eyes inside that endless nothingness ahead. So, he paused in his tracks for a second.