Breathe in. Breathe out.
In. out.
In. out.
Call for help. Call Alfred.
Ice runs through the Batman's veins as he grips tightly to his steering wheel. He curses himself that a routine patrol could go so badly. There's an overwhelming sense of uselessness in knowing there's nobody to fight, no way to beat this except to endure it.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
Breathe in. Breathe out.
The world is black. Bruce Wayne can't see.
When he takes several weeks out of the public eye, not many notice. The news stations focus on another missing billionaire.
