Bruce Wayne-
11:30 pm
The humming of a motor bounced around in my ears as I pulled the hard, steel door open. I stepped slowly into the doorway, being careful to stay in the shadows. I studied the abandoned room. It had a leaking ceiling that made my stomach turn. My instincts told me something wasn't right. I walked towards a corner of the room and looked up at the dripping ceiling. I reached up towards the ceiling, feeling the wet texture of the water. A sudden, putrid stench filled the air. I sniffed the water. Jerking my head towards the door, I managed to see a hand pull reach in and pull it close with a piercing shriek. I sprinted to the door and attached an explosive to it in hopes that it would open before the whole room exploded from the gasoline dripping from the ceiling. Pulling my cape over my eyes, I leaped to the side. The explosive merely made a dent in the door. Banging my fists in anger on the door, I attempted to break it. A beeping sound echoed in the silent room, as I pulled my fist pack to hit the door for the second time. Frantically, I wrapped myself in my cape as the bomb went off.
