It was well into the night when a dark solitary figure sped through the woods. A faint glimmer of the moon peeked from beneath the clouds, casting whatever pale light it could to the world below. The air let out a low whistle as the figure sped past, leaving faint thuds echoing through the woods.
-The Wayne Mansion-
A bloodied hand grabbed onto the ledge of an open window. With a low grunt, the figure heaved himself into the room revealing a bloodied, dust-covered Daniel. His coat was covered in dust and dried blood barely visible under the pale moonlight. Daniel let out a low sigh as he took off his coat and tossed it into a corner of the room. His body ached all over and he barely had the strength left to keep standing.
He approached his bed, his every being telling him to succumb to
