Hello, everybody! I'm just here to explain some things. This is a crossover between Batman and the Walking Dead comics and Telltale games, so if you're only familiar with the TV show, I suggest you do some research or just don't read the story (Preferably the former.)
It was a normal night in the shithole that is Gotham City. The crowded, crime-infested, smoggy, littered, horrid city. Sitting in the darkness of his underground Batcave, was a tall, broad, muscular man wearing an armoured suit that resembled a bat. He was Bruce Wayne, also known as the Batman, defender of Gotham City. He sat staring at security monitors on his Batcomputer. They showed the city from many different angles, but none piqued his interest. He just sat there... staring. He would have been patrolling, but that duty was being handled by his protégé, Batgirl tonight.
"Hey man, anything new?" A voice said from behind. Batman turned around in his chair. Behind him stood a young man wearing a red armoured suit with a yellow R on the chest, as well as a black hood and eyemask. That young man was Tim Drake, or Robin, if you prefer.
"No." Batman responded.
"You sure?" Robin asked. Batman spun back around in his chair, but this time saw something new. Some men were chasing a woman into an alley.
Batman put two fingers to his ear. "Barb, there's an assault going on. 22nd street. Might wanna check it out." He said.
"Alright." A female voice responded over the radio. Batman turned back to the monitors and rubbed his eyes.
"You ok?" Robin asked.
"I'm fine." Batman responded.
"When's the last time you slept?" Robin asked.
"I don't know." Batman responded.
"Maybe you should get some rest." Robin responded.
"I told you, Tim. I'm fine." Batman responded.
Robin rolled his eyes. "Dude, the world is not going to end if the Batman goes to sleep, if that's what you're thinking." He said.
Batman gave his sidekick an unamused look.
"I'm just sayin'" Robin said. "Look, if you get some sleep, I'll cover for you, alright?"
Batman sighed. "You're sure?" he said.
"No problem." Tim responded. "Just leave it to me."
Batman gave Robin one final glance before getting out of his chair.
"Night, Bruce." Robin said, taking his mentor's place in the chair.
"Good night." Batman said before taking the elevator up to his living quarters. After stepping off and closing the hidden entrance, Bruce headed to the master bedroom.
"Ah, preparing to sleep at last, Master Bruce?" An elderly man wearing a suit spoke in a British accent to the Batman.
"Yes, Alfred. I am." Batman walked past his faithful butler and to his bed.
"Good night, then." Alfred said.
"You too." Batman responded, shutting the door. The Caped Crusader slipped out of his Bat suit and flopped onto the bed not caring what he was wearing. Within minutes, he fell into a peaceful, undisturbed sleep.
Batman awoke to the sun shining in his face. He blocked it with his hand, then got up out of bed.
"Alfred? Tim?" He called. No answer. He got up and walked out of the bedroom, still tired. The first thing that hit him was the smell. It stung his nostrils like a bee flying up his nose. He looked at his watch. It was 1:27 PM. To put it simply, he overslept. He heard some ruckus coming from another room and proceeded to see what it was. The room was the kitchen, and Bruce saw a rather unusual sight. A man was in his kitchen, savagely tearing into a chicken.
"Hey! What are you doing in my home?" Bruce asked. The man paused and turned around to look at Bruce, who was disgusted with what he saw. The man had gaping wounds on his body, and blood dripping from his teeth. His skin was colourless, and he smelled like crap. The most striking feature however, was his eyes. They were stark white, showing no life behind them at all. Chicken still in hand, he started towards the billionaire.
"G-get back!" Bruce backed away from the monstrous man, who dropped the chicken and reached out for Bruce. Bruce tripped on the carpet and fell, and began crawling backwards, the man still pursuing him. Bruce kicked the man in the face, causing blood to spurt from his forehead. The man caught Bruce's leg, however, but before he could do anything a hard object smacked him in the back of his head, causing him to release Bruce's leg, allowing him to get back up again. Robin, who had hit the man in the back of the head with his staff, stepped out from behind the corner and continued hitting the man with said staff.
"Tim, STOP!" Bruce shouted, but it was too late. The man's skull split open, and he fell limp, dead. Robin panted as he regained his composure.
"Are you alright?" Robin asked.
"You killed that man..." Bruce said, quietly.
"That... was not... a man." Robin said between breaths.
"What?" Bruce asked. He was incredibly confused. The dead man certainly didn't ACT like a man, but that didn't mean he wasn't one. "What was it then?" Bruce asked.
"A monster." Tim replied. A groan was heard, and the 'monster' started stirring again. "But if you want to get specific about it...I think we could classify it as a 'zombie'" Robin plunged his staff into the 'zombie's' brain as it finally died. For good this time.
"Zombie?" Bruce asked. "What the hell?"
"Don't believe me?" Robin asked. "Come here." Robin opened the blinds on a nearby window slightly, and the two peered out. Hundreds upon hundreds of the supposed 'zombies' were seen roaming and shuffling around the Wayne Manor lawn, and they continued on into the city.
"Wha-how?" Bruce asked.
"Remember that 'assault' last night?" Robin asked quietly. "It wasn't an assault, it was an attack by these things. Dead corpses walking around, eating whatever meat they can get their hands on. Only way to kill them is to destroy their brains. That much we've figured." Robin said.
Batman was dumbfounded. "How... how long was I out?"
"When did you get up?" Robin asked.
"A few minutes ago." Batman said.
"About...12 hours." Robin replied.
Batman's eyes widened. "This... this all happened in 12 hours?" He asked.
"Yep." Robin said.
"...shit." Batman grumbled.
"That pretty much sums it up." Robin said. "C'mon let's get to the cave."
Bruce Wayne and Robin proceeded to the grand fireplace in the main room of Wayne Manor. The fireplace was empty, and a giant portrait of Thomas and Martha Wayne gazed upon the room. Unfortunately, a splash of blood was seen streaked across the portrait, and crimson handprints all over the furniture.
Bruce looked at the display, befuddled. "What the hell happened?" He asked Robin.
"After you fell asleep, a crowd of them got in and started tearing up the place." Robin answered. "We would have come to get you, but your door was locked and we didn't have time. Lucky for us, they didn't break in. We thought we killed them all. Guess we missed one."
"How did I sleep through this?" Bruce asked himself.
"Guess you're just a heavy sleeper." Robin shrugged. The bird-boy pulled out a random book on a shelf beside the fireplace, and it opened up to reveal an elevator. Robin and Bruce stepped onto the elevator, which then descended down into the Batcave, the fireplace closing behind it. The Dynamic Duo stood, waiting for their destination.
"Who's 'we'?" Bruce asked.
"Alfred and I." Robin answered.
"Oh." Bruce said. 'Thank God he's ok.' he thought.
When the elevator reached the bottom. The two went along the walkway to the main hub. Alfred was there waiting.
"Oh, thank GOD you're alright, Master Bruce!" Alfred said, walking over to his masters.
"You too, Alfred." Bruce replied, embracing his butler.
After the embrace broke, Alfred sighed. "What a terrible thing this must have been to wake up to." He said.
"You have no idea." Bruce responded. "I'm still trying to process this."
"Well, you'll have plenty of time here." Robin said. "Those freaks are never going to get in. Plus, I got your spare suit right here." Robin pushed a panel and a Bat suit emerged from the floor.
"You should probably put this on." Robin suggested. "In case we need to leave the cave."
Bruce nodded and suited up. After pulling on his mask, Batman was back.
"What kind of supplies do we have?" Batman asked.
"We got a good amount. Food, water. Could last us a couple months before we need to restock." Robin replied.
"Good." Batman said. "What do we know about the threat we're facing?"
"Not much. Only that they eat whatever meat they can get their hands on, and they only die by destroying the brain." Robin said.
"Hmm." Batman said. "At least we know how to deal with them. I suppose we'll just have to stick it out here until something happens."
"Like what, per se?" Alfred asked.
"Until we either run out of food, or the government clears these monsters out." Batman responded.
"Alright then." Robin said. "I guess this is where our survival story begins."
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