What happened

Walking. Downtown. Maybe.

Town, city, urbanian, place, nook, cranny, crack, crumb, piece.

Somewhere along the line... he had lost it. Completely, utterly, didn't get it, couldn't absorb it. With a knife, he pried off his mask like a second skin, and abandoned both knife and former mask in an alleyway. The side of his face dribbled with blood, but that was perfectly okay. That hard part had been trying to avoid his mouth and eyes. Which he'd managed with some difficulty.

It doesn't talk to me.

He still didn't understand things. Alternatives? Alternate place had no OUTSIDE.

No more mask. No more god damned QUESTIONS.

Vic Sage trembled as stalked the graveyard.

He found himself keeping company with a pair of very dead Waynes.

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The talk with the strange girl? Had not helped. Not surprisingly.

Questions grew in number, and he was getting more frustrated. Some pieces in the city he recognized, others he did not. He had stopped to inquire some citizens, some were just as baffled as him. Others... well.

"Are you blind? That's the Baxter Building. Psh. Oh, wait -- sorry, man, I didn't know you had no eyes. Er."

Baxter Building? What the hell was...

The Question found himself at a harbor that he was sure was a combination of cities he knew and cities he did not know. It was annoying. He held his head, sighing.

No logic or sense to it.

He felt the chill of metal rest against his skull as a rather cliched gruff voice demanded behind him, "Wallet, man. Gimme yer wallet."

Turning sharply, in one fluid motion, the Question knocked the gun from the man's hand with a foot. "Don't carry a wallet," the faceless man grunted.

However, he found himself rather surrounded by several men.

This could not be good, he supposed.

And they leapt at him.

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It was a common thing for him, to stroll down the streets of his city, to listen, to feel, to know his surroundings and be prepared for the next littlest thing. What happened outside of Hub no longer concerned him; there was the outer world, and then there was his world.

His world, no more.

Turning sharply around a corner, he found himself no longer in Hub City's presence. This was completely and utterly new. He was elsewhere.

Nothing familiar.

His hands clenched and he sucked in a breath. What now? Another hallucination? No. Not right. Not at all.

Jerking his head back and forth, he attempted to determine his next move.

He chose to go left, down the unfamiliar street.

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