Who:Bruce Wayne [Batman] and Terry McGinnis What: A rescue When: Backdated to Wednesday Night. Where: Abandoned hospital's basement. Warnings: TBA status: incomplete Blood on his hands..Innocent blood. Chaos in his mind. The burning of his eyes and body no longer mattered. He thought he hated clowns before. Now all he could hear was that haunting laugh in his ears. See a wash of crimson infront of his eyes. Women, children. People who had nothing to do with any of this, caught in the middle because he was too blind to see the obvious trap infront of his face. Too delusional to pick apart reality and fiction. Even now his head swam, his vision faded in and out, and his eyes struggled against the blinding lights. Now keeping his eyes open was a choice rather than life or death requirement. When he closed them, he saw fear, he saw the looks of panic on young faces. Some of them no older than his own brother Matt. Their families would never know, or be able to understand what happened. And he couldn't ask them to even try to understand because he wasn't even sure that he did. Why they had to suffer so he could live.
That moment when the screen played mockingly infront of his eyes he could feel what was left of his heart breaking. He didn't deserve freedom. The color had long since drained from his face and his black hair was matted against his face. His body leaned against the cold brick wall like a rag doll. He longed for the comforting bliss of unconsciousness, but didn't count on it coming for him any time soon. His face was emotionless, to tired to pick one of the many that raced through his mind.