Washington, D.C.
White House
A great significant amount of guards patrol on every section inside the White House. Whilst guards are covering on ever road, unknown to them; a Batman conceals himself by the next-to corner wall. He heigthens his eyes to reach his eyesight over to a corridor, that directs the pave to room in which he was assigned to head in. Batman also glimpses his eyes: a count of four are forming a borderline. None of them had perceived Batman as the latter was quick to slide back.
"How is it working in there?", Clark asks, via the comms.
"A grain of guards would be too easy for you I'd assume", Batman deemed.
"I thought stealth is an easy giveaway to your lead, expected from a friend", Kara addresses, from the same channel Clark was in.
"Shut up", Batman regards. Soon as he regarded, Batman, just in time, registered a guard had reached his end. The Dark Knight jiffs his arm out on the guard's collar, quickly to his side as Batman nimbly knocks him out, before utilising his gloves to stick on the wall, which a little thump was resonated, but not far to contact any guard's ear from the other side.
Batman shifts his crawling position upwards, progressing to his sideways line, from an upper point. As he gets through the ending corner, he immediately gets through by rebinding his hands on another wall, dragging his body to another wall in the process. Batman advances forward, whilst preserving his thumping sounds in a lower degree.
When he makes utmost to the point where it links a point where the service men stand, Batman drew a sphere, that was initially small to only enlarge itself, throwing it down at them. As the ball extended to the point in every guard's heads, the ball releases a sleeping smoke that slowly strays the guardians to slowly fall asleep as their bodies lay limbless.
Batman took the course to the end reach, quietly opening the door in front of him. Latter adjoins to see two guards standing with their straight backs faced before him. Batman shoots his arms to tangle with each man's neck, rambling them to sleep, in the same process as the guards stumbled into.
The Dark Knight advanced towards the plot where it is secured in tangles of tapes, marking where the bodies disappeared, where the floor inheres a bit-transparent black varnished spot.
"Guys there are trails of a black dusted pave", Batman describes.
"Is that all you can see from there?", Oliver questions, from the comms.
"Yeah. Just that", Batman addresses.
"No traces or anything to analyse?", Oliver questions.
"If I was Sherlock, I would've admitted sharp eyes", the caped crusader remarks. Seconds after remarking, he sets his hand onward to a the spot he sees. The flattened black braided ground causes a sudden outburst that blew Batman several mini-blocks, in the room, back, walloped on a directed wall.
"Batman? Do you read me?", Superman calls from his earpiece. The man in the suit didn't answer as he slowly groans, slowly sloping to lose conscious. His eyesight pictures his blurriness, which then become subsequent to forming flickering flashes, thundering in his eyesight. Memories punt inside him. Memories of visions he doesn't remember experiencing in the past, not even the present. Visions focused on respective events, and numerous voices caught in Batman's head.
"I was 16 years old when you started training me Bruce; a punk kid with a smart mouth with a potential I didn't even suspect", a male voice casually speaks.
"Do you have any idea what you did to me?", a familiar voiced man fiercely raises a question.
"That it for you?", a female voice questions to two people, the latter two whom Batman recognises.
"No one is above the law; no one!", a female voice addresses by a press conference.
"Now all of you will perish", a seeming alien addresses.
Voices went forth on and on, till they merged to become such a blabber that even Batman fails to catch up, nor does he have the will to reach up to. The flashes went on till Batman's vision blackens into the darkness.