Bruce knew this day would come, a week ago some kind of shiney diamond-like mark has found it's way to his arm. He first didn't know what it was, but later he figured it out.

A curse called a 'heartstring'. A soulmate maybe? No, it was worse. He would be matched with someone that would now share his pain, and he would share their pain.

Today it began to shine, he felt sharp pain on his face, his arms, his shoulders. His heartstring was fighting. He hoped it wouldn't be a villain, that would be another thing to worry about.

An ally would be akward, but sure, he could live with it he thought himself. Until the day actually came.

"I can't believe this...who is this heartstring?"

He said to himself, he rubbed his temples. Annoyed? Yes. Nervous? Maybe. Excited? Not exactly but he would want to know who it is.

Scarecrow really made everyone's lives horrible. Making a twisted version of Cupid was maybe one of his best plans.

Mortis. That's what that thing was called.

Bruce looked at his arm, thinking of what he could do to prevent this, yet he knows it's hopeless as well. He really doesn't want to be bound to someone that slows him down.

And could kill him, even if they didn't want to. Yet then he realizes something...

His partner he knows who it is, the only person that he knows is fighting a group of mercanies in their city...

Oh no.