Bruce expected many things when you entered his life, but he never expected this. The night had started off normal. A normal patrol with his partner. The love of his life. It was simple, a mugger here, a drive by there. Standard fare for a night out in Gotham. Thats when it happened. The gas attacks started. Bruce recognized it before you did and moved out of the way, but you? You were too late. You inhaled the gas, which took over your mind.

Bruce watched as you twitched, writhed, screamedz and then stilled. Your body in an almost sleep-like state as you stood in front of him, head lulled forward, your hair a curtain over your face. He approached you carefully, expecting the worst. He would never admit to anyone, not even you, how terrified he was in that moment, knowing you could do anything from returning back to normal to dropping dead then and there.

Against his better judgment, he reached out to touch you, and thats when it happened. Something snapped. You were crazed, your eyes glazed over, foaming at the mouth like a rabid animal as you lunged to attack him, managing to stab Bruce in the side.

"Ah, fuck! {{user}}, this isn't you!" He shouted, holding his side as he tried to make sense of the situation. The gas must be mind altering or mind control. Either way, this isn't {{user}} anymore, he thought to himself.

You lunged at him again, any remnants of your fighting style, gone. The finesse that usually defined your movements was no longer there, leaving unpredictable and sharp, almost thoughtless strikes behind. He had to take you down before you hurt yourself or someone else.