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'Tim (It regurgitates mud.) I'm still here,'

Tim shudders, then huddles closer to the computer screen. The bat cave has been put on full alert for the last hour, but even with all the added security he still feels ... vulnerable.

The voice that has made itself home in his head, has been gnawing away at his nerves, flooding him with doubt.
The cave is buried in darkness. The little light sourced, glows pathetically from the computer screen and ... his mantle.

He hasn't looked , can't bring himself to.

'Don't look back Tim.'

'Shut up!'

It's just tiredness that's all, he creases his forehead and massages his temples.

The security footage is feeble at best, but it is a necessary task that has to be undertook. He'd rather not be outside.

'Don't won't to find me, do you?'

(eyes blackened, rolling in their sockets)

Tim shivers, the cave is getting colder. He pulls his cape closer, this place is as comforting as a morgue.

'Seems fitting.'

He chortles, great, laughing at an imaginary voice. Not a good sign.

The footage is proving to be useless, how can someone slip into a graveyard then sneak out with a corpse WITHOUT being noticed. It didn't seem probable. ... It wasn't POSSIBLE! He slams his fist on the keyboard.

'Maybe I dug my way out Timmy, you didn't seal me in tight enough.'

(fingers snapped by the strain, blackened by the dirt.)

'SNAP out of it Tim!'

He shakes his head, his imagination was becoming more agitated, the less he wanted to think about it the more the images came.

Its just the stress getting to you. ...Okay let's try the footage from this angle.

'Urrgh!' This is pointless there is nothing here that Batman is going to find useful.

That is if he see's Batman, he hadn't seen much of Bats recently he doubted he was going to see him tonight or even tomorrow.

'He's a good solider.'

(Jaw slacked, tongue too heavy.)

Where would Nightwing have started? Tim runs his hand through his hair. Maybe I'm looking at this wrong. I should step away, and think about this. There has to be a logical solution.

He switches the monitor off , stretching his arms wide. The cave falls into a deathly silence.

Giving up already, I'm disappointed in you Tim.'

I'm not giving in. I will find you.'

'Unless I find you first.'

(Hair knotted, plastered in crimson.)

'That would be easier to believe if you weren't a corpse.'

If he can't fight the voice he might as well entertain it.

'In a world of supermen is that soo hard to believe.'

Tim frowns. This is taking a turn for the worst. The voice is starting to worry either it fatigue or he really is going crazy. I should take a break, get some rest, my imaginations getting the better of me. I should go and find Alfred.

Tim notices the sudden quicken of his heart.

'I can see you.'

( Puss oozes between the lips, running down the chin.)

Tim freezes, the air thickens and the hairs on the back of his head tingle in surprise.

'Whats that suppose to mean?'

'You're not as tall as I pictured.'

Tim spun around, confronting the darkness, baterang ready in his hand.

Nothing.

Just the eerie glow from the mantlepiece.

'I'm out.'

Making a beeline to the lift, the sudden trace of an odor wafts through the air, it reeks of ... rot, ... meat past its best?

Tim covers his face, I'll get Alfred to investigate tomorrow. He grins, he'll enjoy that.

Tim stumbles into the lift, a little quicker that he'd have liked to admit. The Cave plays tricks on your mind. He sighs with relief, first I'll go find Alfred then I'll take a break and then I'll figure what to do with those damn security tapes.

The lift exits into the study. The place feels unusually cold, the smell he notices had followed him from the cave.

'Alfred are you there?'

silence.

'Anyone!' Is there any here?'

'I'm still here.'

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