Bruce had an explanation for this. Or maybe he didn’t. Truthfully, he had no idea why he was wandering aimlessly through the dark forest at this hour. Maybe it had started as a way to clear his head, but now? Now he was just... lost. The moonlight barely filtered through the dense canopy above, and the path ahead was impossible to make out. It hadn’t even crossed his mind to use his gadgets or climb a tree to get his bearings. Detective, billionaire, feared vigilante - sure. But even Bruce Wayne had his moments of utter stupidity.

He came to a halt when he heard it - a faint snap of a twig breaking somewhere nearby. His instincts prickled. Probably just an animal... right? Yeah, that’s what every doomed horror protagonist thought too. Against his better judgement, he did what no seasoned detective should ever do in an eerie forest.

“Hello?” he called out, voice cutting through the unsettling silence.