Author's Notes: Well, for those that think either this story or myself are dead, then you thought wrong!

As I have stated in the previous chapter, this will take place with Blake getting a few... enhancements.

First off, before the chapter gets to the best part, I just want to say: if Blake can use Gambol Shroud to swing her way up a broken temple and onto a Nevermore, then she sure as hell can do this. So be sure to read this before you decide to comment-bash me.

Okay onto the Q&- holy shit, that is a lot of reviews... well *puts on writing shades* let's do this.


Q&A:

TenWing: ... That's classified (*Quickly turns off Batman: Arkham Asylum to hide the evidence*).

BrutusSilentium: That chapter was actually the second shortest chapter, so your assumption is partial. Also, thanks.

Sharkdude5: (Elvis impression) Thank you, thank you very much.

TheDeathly-Z: Pretty much, I literally dropped more hints about it than a promiscuous rap song. But Arkham Origins is not the only thing that's going to be mentioned, but a lot of easter eggs and plot twists that I am more than eager to add.

Autistic-Grizzly: Yes and no, it's very complicated and I don't want to spoil it.

Guest: Well... Adam is a little... how do I put it? He's a little bitch, that's what he is. He is the Kylo Ren of RWBY, only Kylo Ren wasn't some love-obsessed, Yandere Commander of a neo-racist socio-political terrorist group. So in a nutshell: I'm a little iffy to throw him into the mix.

DragonTurtle3: Ah yes, you again, my most favorite critic (this isn't sarcasm, you actually have brought up a few good points that I would be more than happy to answer).

-Thank you, I enjoyed making that piece of dialogue as well, besides my other RWBY fic (The Gunman), that's actually my best work of original dialogue that I added.
-I'll give you that one, I'm not the best at writing Bane, mostly BECAUSE of his sudden appearance. But I do my best.
-Some of the "Blake-limiting" is logic-based, but the rest of the majority is common sense. I mean, it's faster to pull a trigger (especially if it can be assumed to be a hair-trigger) than to cut through glass and tackle said assailant. From what I can tell, Blake is an avid book-reader, so I just assumed that she's read books where Aura doesn't exist, just like people have written stories where something fundamental in society is added or removed, so she had to play it safe. And yeah, I had to play close attention to the fact that Aura still applies to Blake.

EvaShinobiKaiserKnight: Classified.

Sai Kunai Blade: Thank you.

captaindickscratcher: You'll have to read and see what happens.

Twain Apprentice: The reviewers have much to learn with the way I'm going to tell this story, so I'm able to write a prequel-sequel of the story. (I even mentioned that I was going to write one earlier)

guest2: It's DC Universe, they wouldn't last a minute if it was anything more than Batman that was involved. But I did mention the Justice League in the first chapter, and the Flash in another one of the earlier chapters.

This is the part where it gets good: *Grabs popcorn*.

Kaiju Avenger: *Eye twitch, then proceeds to rub sides of forehead furiously* I specifically said no pairings... and I'm trying to be nice by saying this *insert Steve Carell yelling "NO" from The Office*.

Uneasyknave1: By that, I mean that Yang's bra wasn't sticking out from her clothes so provocatively, unlike Harley.

Guest (Most likely also Uneasyknave1, given by his writing style): Amen to that.

Story Artist: Yes, I also wonder... muahahahahaha *rubs hands maniacally*.

Guest: Yep, my stories and RWBY is just filled with coincidences, nothing else (seriously, I didn't know what you guys were talking about with Chapter 11 and all that until I reread the Scarecrow chapter, then it clicked for me. "HOLY SHIT!" I screamed when I realized the parallels that my stories run with RWBY, though I still think it's mere coincidence, to my regrets).

guest2: Nope, I don't know where to get them and I'm sticking to the games.

titan616: ... You just summed up the entire argument going on here in an extremely formal manner, I applaud you, good sir.

cobranp19: NOW!

march4fun: Glad you are. In fact, here's the next chapter.

Reflection102: OKAY!

guest2: *River Song impression* Spoilers...

HAN SHOT THIRD: I like to consider the Faunus a subspecies of humanity. That's basically saying that eating mankind's ancestor or descendent species (hypothetically, of course) isn't considered cannibalism because they aren't us. Though in a way, these ancestor/descendants of man are technically us, when you look at it from my perspective.

Mr Fizz: Well, he did beat Superman at one point (not spoilers to Dawn of Justice, I haven't seen it yet). He has a contingency plan for just about anything or anything that is related to whatever is in "anything". So hey, you never know.

Also, I'M BATMAN!

Now that we're done with the Q&A, onto the story. ONCE MORE UNTO THE BREACH! AD VICTORIAM!


I do not own RWBY or Batman

"It's a regular home away from home."


-Cavern-

The Batcave: known by few, seen by fewer. The headquarters of the Batman is a well-known legend, where the man comes to restock with his large quantity of gadgetry before returning to the very city that he has sworn to protect.

This is the more popular myth that people believe, one that is undoubtedly true, though there are whispers made by the more foolish and superstitious lot of Gotham city that the Batman is no man at all, but a spirit of vengeance created by the those that have fallen to many a criminal's hand, seeking revenge against those that seek to bring destruction that "they" have brought, but staying above their adversaries and opting not to murder them.

These select few are not a large group, but enough to take notice and question their mental stability. Hmph, some have even been sent to Arkham, pitiful.

But those that are smart, those that have their mind keen enough to pay attention to details, myself included, know that the Batman is merely, like his namesake, no more than but a man; and like any other man, he can bleed, he can hurt.

And like any other man, the Batman can die...


Blake and Batman made short work of the three criminals near the east corridor of Arkham. A collection of punches, kicks, grapples, and many other bone-breaking, flesh-bruising techniques that could only be performed by a select few; the Dark Knight and Blake Belladonna included.

Throughout her time in Arkham Island, beating up the thugs that worked alongside the Clown Prince seemed almost routine.

Case in point: the five that stood in front of the visiting center. The cat-eared faunus and the bat-cowled crusader engaged the fight against the quintet of thugs, making the skirmish outnumber the two almost three to one.

That just seemed unfair... to the thugs.

"You guys get the Bat! I'll handle the bitch," one of them barked an order to the others, who nodded and grinned sadistically at the both of them. Blake's only retort to the man was a fierce glare, though it was only a fraction of an intimidation factor when compared to the vigilante beside her.

Blake parried and used the momentum of one of man's arms to spin him around, giving her the opportunity to kick him into one of the criminals that just so happened to be fighting Batman. The stumbling mook crashed into the man that was currently fighting Batman, causing the two (both thugs) to stumble and fall onto one another. They attempted to get back up, only to then fall unconscious.

A near bone-shattering punch to the cranium tended to do that, especially when one head smacked into the other.

"Behind you!" Batman yelled as he pulled out a batarang and threw it in Blake's direction.

She watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the batarang barely managed to clip a millimeter of a single hair strand on the side of her head, then proceeded to collide into the forehead of another thug that had been trying to blind-side the black-clad girl. The man attempted to get back up, only to fall unconscious almost immediately as he received a brutal kick to the cranium.

Blake looked up to see Batman finishing off the last two. One with a hard punch to the stomach, knocking him out due to the pain, while the other attempted to swing at the Dark Knight, only to have his attack blocked by a single arm, his entire body was then redirected with a punch to the head before receiving a boot to the back, knocking him face first into the wall and was immediately out cold.

"Aw, did you both really have to do that? Seriously?" the Joker cooed mockingly from the speaker system close by... wherever it's supposed to be, "Well then, look on the bright side, you two are by the visiting ward and yours truly is there to chat with the both of you. So what're waiting for? Get on with it!"

She looked at the Dark Knight, who was looking at the building, debating on whether or not they should go, "Should we even give him the satisfaction?"

"No," he began to explain, "But I know the Joker, he'll keep trying to bait us closer to whatever his plan is supposed to be. It's in his nature. "

Blake gave him a confused look, "So is that a yes or...?"

"We're going," Batman answered, walking towards the door that lead to the visiting ward and entering through, with Blake following close by.

They walked through until they came face to face with the Joker's face plastered on the screen of a TV, which just so happened to be replacing the head of a dead body that also happened to be dressed up as the Joker.

Blake and Batman watched as the television screen continued to display nothing but static, waiting for what seemed like an eternity, but was merely a matter of minutes.

"Well hello there, Bats! You even brought the sidekick too, and I thought three was enough! AHAHAHAHAHA... too soon?" the Faunus Huntress-in-training turned to look at Batman, his facial expression still in it's usual anger, though his fists were clenched tightly, as though in fury.

"Anyways, you both are late. Exactly one. Minute. Late, how very rude!" the Clown scolded the both of them, "Well, seeing as you're here now, we might as well get started."

The Joker cleared his throat before speaking, "So, Bats, tell me about your childhood. Anything stand out? Ooh, is that a tear I see? Too painful? Ha ha ha... we'll come back to it later then."

Blake watched as he then turned to face her, "What about you, kitty cat? That sword on your back really tells me that you didn't have a very joyful upbringing. In fact, I might as well be the detective here and deduce, like any other good expert in this, that you've done some things that you aren't very proud of, now are you? Is that a bit of blood on that oversized kitchen knife of yours? Oh my, Bats, is this really the crowd you're sticking with nowadays? A murderer? HA, the irony, one of my favorite types of humor! If you did this sooner, you and I would've been the BEST of buddies, am I right?"

Despite his name being "The Joker", his comments were FAR from funny. Blake felt a twinge of anger shoot through her like a lightning bolt as the words came flowing out of the clown-faced bastard's mouth. Her hands balled up into fists, her nails digging into her palms, itching to reach for her sword and stab the very being that dared to mock her. Blake being familiar with the concept of murder was a huge understatement. Yes, she had been with the White Fang for some time, but she had left it for a good reason, she never wanted innocents involved with whatever happened during an act of violence that involved her old faction.

But the Joker was right (ugh, just thinking those words left a bad taste in her mouth), she was raised in a less than happy lifestyle; being a faunus and happening to live a place filled with discrimination towards the faunus tended to do that.

She joined the White Fang at an age younger than most, which is why she considered herself born into it. And after the changes that had began to take place within the organization itself, taking a more... offensive- no, more radicalized approach, she had refused to believe it, believing that things can still change. Refusing to leave even when her own father, Ghira Belladonna, who had been the High Leader of the White Fang itself, had stepped down and was by the more aggressive leader Sienna Khan.

"But I digress, let's get onto something more important at hand, shall we, boys and girls? How about Bane-y boy, then? Bet you two were shocked to see him, weren't you? Personally, I was hoping he'd fold up Bats like a piece of paper, get rid of all nine of YOUR lives-"

Cat stereotypes... real mature.

"-and let me stamp the both of you like crazy, but I guess even I don't get what I want. So what was he doing here? Oh, questions, questions, questions..."

The television screen then cut to static, leaving two very annoyed (with one being more enraged than annoyed) individuals and no hints on what's to happen next.

"So much for baiting us closer to his grand scheme," Blake remarked dryly, following Batman as he left the place.

They then began to head for Arkham North, where they then passed through, the doors opening automatically for them.

Apparently, for all she knew, Blake was following Batman to wherever this 'Dead Man's Point' was supposed to be. What exactly was so special about this place to build a 'Batcave' in?

"What's the deal with Dead Man's Point? It's been a favorite suicide location on Arkham Island for over a hundred years," Oracle asked through their ear pieces, simultaneously answering Blake's question and surprising her with the information at the same time. From she just heard, it seemed that the Dark Knight before her had a macabre sense of humor.

"Yeah, I know. I once saved an unfortunate inmate from leaping off into the rocks below," Batman answered.

Blake shook her head indecisively at his response. She really couldn't blame the guy for attempting to take his life, despite the fact that it was wrong to do such a thing in the first place. With people like Joker, Scarecrow, and whatever the hell they may be facing next, it makes sense that it would scare the living daylights out of the inmates; besides, Arkham Asylum looked creepy enough in an eerie kind of way than it already did.

The Dark Knight opened a door near one of the exits, with the door closing behind Blake as she closely followed behind him. She found herself back at the place where she saw the 'Batmobile', as Batman calls it.

"I found a cave entrance and over the years have moved a number of supplies here. It's a regular home away from home," he explained before turning to look at Blake, "Thugs up ahead, you ready?"

"Of course," she responded bluntly as they both broke into a sprint towards the thugs that have now spotted them.

"And so I told Hank to shove that court summons up his a- oh shit! It's the freakin' Bat and that ninja girl! Get 'em!" one of the Blackgate prisoners exclaimed before the rest joined him in the ensuing fight.

Both watched as they split up in pairs and charged towards the both of them. She raised her fists, preparing herself to fight the two that decided to have the right idea of fighting-

*POW!*

Blake's mind exploded in excruciating pain while her vision blurred heavily as she suddenly crumpled to the ground, her head impacting with something hard and metallic, recovering slightly as she barely turned her head to dodge a kick from one of the thugs. She got up and blocked a strike from one of the thug, jumping upwards and kicking the man in the face before landing and ducking under another swing from one of the other thugs.

Out of the corner of her eye, she watched as one of thugs that the Dark Knight was fighting against was wielding a lead pipe as a makeshift club. Even though she was in the middle of fighting, she finally put two and two together. When the four thugs split off into pairs, one of thugs that had meant to fight Batman decided to have the bright idea to land a hit on her before fighting against Batman. Much to her misfortune, it worked, seeing how it was an attack she didn't see coming. It was sloppy of her to not see that coming, and she couldn't afford to be sloppy.

Her head felt like it was on fire, her very thoughts set ablaze, but she persisted and continued fighting her adversaries, them being the criminals that continued to attempt to land a series of punches, kicks, and many other blows against her, but to no avail. With her expression stuck under a furious scowl, she quickly grasped one of the thugs' legs in mid-kick and lifted it high into the air, causing him to fall onto his back from the disruption in balance. As he continued to fall, Blake threw her fist into his gut as he fell, quickening his descent and knocking him out almost immediately.

She quickly ducked under another kick from behind her and kicked back into the second man's leg, sending him falling to the ground from the loss of balance not unlike the first criminal. She walked over to finish him off, only to watch as a batarang slammed into his temple and knock him out as soon as it made contact with the man.

Blake looked up to see Batman lowering his arms, withdrawing into the folds of his cape. She walked over to thank him, only to stumble slightly as Batman caught her as she had begun to fall over.

"You're low," the man said in his low, gravely voice.

"What?" she gave him a confused look. The faunus Huntress then watched as he pulled out a small grey, rectangular object, a little yellow icon glowing faintly at the center. Batman pressed the button and pulled up a small clear screen, a rectangular bar showed up on the transparent screen, displaying a blinking red square on the side of the bar.

Blake's hand flew to her pockets as she started to hastily rummage through them in realization: empty.

What was in the center of the Dark Knight's palm was Blake Belladonna's Scroll.

"How did you get that?" she demanded in an irritated tone.

"I have my ways," Batman answered ambiguously, tossing the Scroll towards Blake. She caught the device as soon as it came within reach, "either way, you need to recover."

"I'll be fine," she snapped lightly, despite the intense throbbing in her head that her Aura was failing to be rid of.

"I doubt that," he responded bluntly, turning away from her and continued his travel towards Dead Man's point, heading towards the side of a gate and pulling himself up the brick wall before vaulting over it. Blake followed after with a push from her Semblance, landing almost perfectly, though still disoriented from the cheap shot that one of the thugs had managed to land on her.

From that point, they entered a cave and made their way up the entrance through their own methods: the Dark Knight used his grapple gun while Blake again received help from Semblance once more. They passed by another scarab-shaped symbol, with Batman looking at it for a brief second before turning away and making their way to a rusty door.

The two continued to make their way through the dilapidated hallways. Ruined and collapsed brick and mortar lined the walls and ceilings of their surroundings; to make the place look even more grotesque was the quantity of bones that were scattered throughout the floor.

Once again, Blake and the bat-costumed vigilante climbed atop another ledge, the only difference being that this now led to a cliff, showing off the bright lights of the city from afar.

Blake peered over the edge as Batman stood beside her, his expression remaining unmoved.

"Um... Batman? I know that you're aware of this," she pointed to her concealed ears before throwing him a worrying glance, "But the stereotype that cats always land on their feet isn't really true."

"Just follow my lead," he answered immediately before jumping off.

HE'S CRAZY! HE'S TRULY FREAKING CRAZY! Blake's heart skipped more than a few beats in panic as she watched this man had just jumped off the appropriately named suicide location, 'Dead Man's Point'.

Her immediate thoughts did a complete 180 as the Dark Knight's cape opened up, allowing him to glide and maneuver himself into another part of the cliff face before sticking the landing. Now she just had one other problem: how was she supposed to get over there?

Actually, she did have a way, but she really didn't like it. It seemed too risky, too many unknown factors to take into account, too many what-ifs in the event that it doesn't go as plann-

Blake shook her head at these doubts. She was Blake Belladonna, she didn't join Beacon because she simply had doubts, she was a Huntress-in-training dammit!

She inhaled deeply before exhaling just as equally before unsheathing her sword, holding it steadily in her hand. Blake removed the magazine from Gambol Shroud just in case she had an opportunity in which this could play out less than fatally.

To her misfortune, it was empty.

The cat faunus breathed deeply one last time, gulping nervously at the rocks that jut out from the violent waters below.

Before the rational part of her brain could scream out how wrong this could play out, she jumped. Blake quickly saw the water quickly catch up to her, so she had to act quickly. She quickly shifted her sword into it's ballistic form, holding the handle in one hand with the ribbon in the other.

Using the last reserves of her Aura, she siphoned it into a powerful throw, hurling the blade of her weapon into the cliff face just above where Batman had landed. Blake held onto the ribbon for dear life as she maneuvered it to the small cave, where the Dark Knight was waiting for her.

As soon as she saw the ground quickly moving closer, she grabbed quickly for her weapon, where it immediately removed itself from the wall and fell onto a part of the floor beside her. As she fell, she immediately tucked herself in and rolled as soon as she landed. This move had succeeded, but only for a short time. Instead, the momentum and acceleration had propelled her too fast, sending her careening across the floor and rolling into the wall in front of her. Hard.

Her breath shuddered in pain as her body's nerves were on fire. It felt as though every part of her was filled to the brim with molten lead: both burning and too much in pain to move.

Blake flexed her fingers in succession, they were the only things that didn't seem to be too bad. She then moved her wrist, which seemed to be alright. The Huntress-in-training decided to be a little bold and move her entire right arm. She was greeted by a small throbbing and painful sensation: a series of bruises.

She opened her eyes to see Batman standing over her, holding her sword in reverse-grip within his left hand, while his right was stretched out to her. Blake looked at the hand for a second before looking up at him, his expression was, as usual, unchanged, still that menacing scowl that had probably made a majority of the thugs that he had met soil themselves in terror.

Without hesitation, she grabbed his hand before feeling a sudden change in her balance of gravity, in which Blake finally realized that she was standing upright on her own two feet now. She inspected herself and found a LOT of cuts, scrapes, and bruises marred across the majority of her body, mostly her legs and arms, but she did her best to ignore the pain.

In the meantime, however, she had to stay focused and, in extent, find a way to get back to Remnant. She didn't know how she could do such a thing, but she knew she would find one... somehow.

Blake placed her sword back in it's rightful place as soon as Batman held it out for her, though he seemed a tad hesitant given the fact that he was giving back a device made specifically to kill anything it was applied to, though he seemed to trust her judgement nonetheless.

"Are you alright?" he asked.

"I... I'm fine," she said, moving her shoulder, wincing slightly as she heard a slight pop ring from it. She looked at the man to see that he was practically raising an eyebrow in suspicion underneath his mask before walking over to the wall behind her.

He stood in front of it for a second, only for a thin, horizontal light to then make it's way down the entirety his body before finally shutting off.

"Identity confirmed. Disabling countermeasures, security deactivated" a robotic, yet feminine, voice said. Blake watched in astonishment as the rock wall in front of him suddenly descended to reveal an entirely new room behind it.

Batman walked through as Blake followed after him after a brief second of realization. They walked down a narrow hallway, the floors flat, made of either tile or a very dull metal, Blake couldn't decide.

They were then greeted by the sound of rushing water, which was then backed up by the sight of a small underground waterfall. Blake watched as they then began walking through a smaller hexagonal tunnel.

The Dark Knight broke into a sprint halfway through the tunnel, muttering "On" as he leaped off the metal ledge and deployed the gliding mechanism that functioned within his cape. Blake only jumped through the air, using her semblance to help her land on the metal floors of what seemed to be the Batcave, careful not to land too recklessly as her Aura was absent of protecting her now.

She followed the bat-themed vigilante up the stairs, deciding to sit on a tall stack of boxes beside a large computer that Batman was approaching.

As Blake sat down, she let out a sigh in exhaustion; the past couple of hours seemed to pass by in a blur for her, from waking up in what seemed to be another world, getting arrested, meeting a clown and a man dressed as a bat, a giant crocodile man, a fear using deranged doctor dressed up as a nightmare-fueled farming decoration, a 'roid-raged wrestler with a vendetta for said man dressed as a bat, and this was only the first couple of hours.

Before her thoughts could wander any more than they already were, the Oracle's voice rang out from the device in her ear, forcing her to flinch at the unexpected voice. God, she was never going to get used to that.

"Doctor Young was heading up a project. It was big, lots of external funding. Here are the last notes she filed. I can't make sense of it, what does it mean?" the woman asked.

Blake turned to see Batman reading whatever was given to him by his companion, "It looks like she was experimenting on the Arkham patients. This new chemical only barely resembles the original Venom compound."

Apparently, Batman's a chemist too, was Blake's amused thoughts, trying to find a way to ignore the pain that was searing throughout the majority of her body.

"There are a number of changes that appear to amplify the strength of the drug. Multiple references to a Titan formula. Even a small amount could trigger a Venom-like transformation in the host, eliminating the need for a storage tank Bane requires," Batman continued to observe out loud, deliberately to converse with Oracle.

Blake paid attention somewhat, one half trying to ignore the pain, while the other absorbing information that could become useful in the future.

"Hang on," the Dark Knight said, his attention on DEFCON 1 as he continued scanning through the notes, "These notes aren't complete. The formula is missing! That must be the secret Dr. Young is hiding. If Joker gets his hands on this, he will create an army of a thousand Banes."

Now that had Blake's attention. If the Joker had that kind of power in his influence, who knows how many lives would perish at the hands of both him and his army of muscle-bound juggernauts. The thought of the Joker having that kind of power was almost sickening.

"My God! Is Joker crazy enough to do that?" Oracle sighed at the absurdity of her rhetorical question, "What am I saying? You've got to stop him."

The faunus watched as Batman walked over to some sort of machinery, which opened up to reveal some sort of three-pronged claw. The Dark Knight removed his grapple gun from his belt and placed the attachment onto the gun. He gave it one more glance before putting it away.

With a sweep of his cape, he turned around and began heading to another part of the cave to his right.

"I'm going after Doctor Young," he informed the girl beside him.

"I can still fight!" she protested before getting up to retaliate, only for one of her legs to give out to prove her otherwise.

"Obviously not," he responded in his usual baritone voice as he turned away, "You need to recover."

Blake glared at the man with all the willpower she could muster, watching as he turned away to open a mid-sized metallic crate near the stairs, "I'll... I'll be fine."

"No, you won't. Not without help," Batman said as he walked back up the stairs, carrying a strange-looking device in his hands. It was a small box-shaped object with an assortment of buttons and panels sticking out from the top. On the side of the machine was a long, sage-green tube that was wrapped up in the shape of a circle, on the end of the tube was a long, thin needle.

She watched anxiously as he unwound the tube, holding it by the needle.

"Hold out your arm," he commanded.

In any other normal situation, Blake would've shrieked and ran away from him. Her opinion towards needles was... unsurprising, but to some people (Yang, for example), it was the funniest thing they'd ever seen, but Blake would make sure it wasn't... at least after she's calmed down.

But this wasn't a normal situation at all, FAR from it. So she had no choice to swallow back her fear and obey the man in front of her.

She winced and grit her teeth as the needle embedded itself into her forearm, then watched as the Dark Knight pressed a series of buttons on the smooth black panel on top. He finally punched in a eight-digit code made up of five colored buttons, she wouldn't bother remembering, especially after what would happen next.

The machine hummed to life, giving off a soft whirring sound as it lit up in a dim cyan-blue light. Blake suddenly heard a noise similar to a vacuum cleaner, though with a higher pitch. Her cat ears listened intently as the noise began to move from the tube before traveling into the needle in her arm.

That's when the pain began.

Immediately, Blake's entire being was flooded by a wall of pain. She let out a loud scream before falling to the floor, clutching at her head with one hand while pounding at the ground violently. It felt as though all the blood in her body was replaced with battery acid, melting out of her veins and dissolving her organs from the inside out. Her head was even worse, as the intense throbbing combined with the feeling of someone pounding her head with a jackhammer worsened more and more.

Make it stop! Make it stop! OH GOD, PLEASE MAKE IT STOP! she whimpered, curling up in a fetal position on the floor, trying not to let an tears come free as the man above her merely watched her suffer.

Though it felt like an eternity, the pain finally began to subside, Blake's mind becoming more clear. She opened her eyes to see her hands shaking slightly, her legs a little wobbly, but she managed to stand up and lean against the machine that had given Batman his grapple gun mod.

She gave the Dark Knight an intense glare before pulling out her sword and slashing at him faster than the blink of an eye with the help of her semblance.

The blade was immediately caught by Batman, who was even faster as he grabbed the blade in mid-swing and pried the weapon from her hands before she could even blink. The sudden change of force immediately caused her to fall over.

"Get up," he ordered as soon as she hit the ground. Blake paused for a second before finally getting up, angered by the man for his near-torture of her.

"What was that supposed to do!?" she demanded angrily as she grabbed Gambol Shroud from his hands and sheathing it, "You could've killed me!"

"I was helping you," the Dark Knight simply responded.

"How was that supposed to-" Blake tried to retort before Batman pulled up her Scroll. Her hands flew to her pockets once more.

Dammit, he did it again, she cursed at herself.

Her anger then turned to shock as Batman pulled up the screen displaying her Aura level. Her jaw almost (metaphorically, of course) hitting the floor as she stared at the screen before her.

Blake's Aura was completely filled up, with the green bar on the screen to prove it. The fact that her body was no longer in perpetual pain seemed to solidify that proof furthermore.

"H-...how?" she tried to say, watching as Batman opened up another crate, this time filled with a few pieces of black, odd-shaped material.

"Magic," he simply said.

"Ha ha, very funny," Blake gave him an annoyed look, laughing a fake laugh before glancing down at the materials in the crate.

"Try not to come ill-prepared next time," Batman advised as he pulled out the items in the box, " and don't get careless with these."

Her eyes widened again as she realized that Batman was removing pieces of armor, placing it on the stand beside her.

Blake looked at the armor pieces in front of her, one resembling the bladed arm cuffs on Batman's wrists, only it bore two blades instead of three; a few leg plates meant to cover her knees and lower legs; pieces of armor that seemed to be meant for her arms and shoulder; and finally a utility belt, though it had less pockets than Batman's.

Batman then began to remove more pieces of equipment resembling weapons as Blake began to put on these pieces of armor on the appropriate spots on her body. Though Blake knew that they were all non-lethal.

The first was a set of what appeared to be the Dark Knight's batarangs, though they resembled bird wings than the conventional bat symbol that had knocked her sword out her hand when she first saw him use them, she shrugged her shoulders slightly before putting them into her new belt.

"Shurikens," the Dark Knight said. Blake looked at them once more, they didn't look like conventional shurikens, but they'd have to do.

The next was a similar to Batman's grapple gun, through the hook on her's was longer, with the hooks on the end being wider at the same time. Batman didn't bother to tell her that was a grapple gun, given that she's seen it multiple times before. Next was a single device that looked very much like Yang's Ember Celica gauntlets, though it was colored black rather than yellow; on top of the gauntlet was a rectangular hole where the ammunition was supposedly placed, it also seemed to explain why she only had one bladed cuff for her left wrist, since this was supposed to go on her right. She then picked up a small rectangular box filled... darts?

"Soporific darts, non-lethal," he said bluntly before Blake could even ask.

Blake nodded slowly before removing one of the darts and placing it into the gauntlet, a soft click was then heard and the dart disappeared into the device. She gave her new devices another glance before nodding once more in content. It wasn't until Blake saw one more object in the box, she removed it from the crate to see that it was a pair of thin, military-styled goggles. She placed them over her eyes, though they made no difference in her vision.

She continued fumbling with the goggles until her finger slipped on a button. Her vision was flooded by a white flash for a split-second before her entire vision changed. The rest of the environment was duller and faded out, until she looked at Batman. Blake flinched in surprise as she was greeted by an entire skeleton. Beside that was a label that said, "Real name: ?"

The faunus grumbled silently. Of course he messed with it so it wouldn't display his actual identity. Nevertheless, she was surprised by the fact that he had given these... gifts to her.

As soon as she pressed the button to bring back her normal vision and put away the last of her new gadgets, Batman turned away and began walking, "We have to go now."

"Wait," she said, watching as Batman stopped for a split second, "Why are you doing this?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, why do you trust me so much? Why give me these things that are yours, when you've only met me for just a couple hours?"

He paused for a minute, as though trying to find the right words for what to say, "I can't say, you'll have to find out for yourself."

Blake really wanted to yell at him, to demand why he's so trusting towards her, but she couldn't. She couldn't do anything but think about what he had just said.

You'll have to find out for yourself... What was that supposed to mean?

She'd have to find out the meaning to these words soon. In the meantime, however, she did nothing but followed the Dark Knight, jumping onto another ledge after pulling a stack of boxes that were blocking the way, and entering through a door, progressing forward to the next unknown step of stopping the Clown Prince of Crime's plan.


Disclaimer: Hey guys, sorry if I'm... four... five months late, I had some other stuff to work on and I hope this makes up for the pain that you guys probably had to endure for waiting for this chapter.

The truth is, I told you guys that I wouldn't be working on THIS story as much. It's going to tie into a majority of my other stories, yes, but this story is a... lower priority than the majority of my other stories. I'll continue working on it in, and I plan on seeing this through to the end, but all that's required is patience.

But I digress, so, the questions of this chapter: how and why does Batman have a device that regenerates Aura? Why does Batman trust Blake so much? Will these months-long hiatus' continue? Find out next time on Dragon Ba- I mean Belladonna and the Bat: Asylum.

Also, a friend/collegue/chum/buddy/associate of mine gave me an idea for you guys: if you can, try to write a story similar to this (not like mine, but in a sense that it takes place in the Arkhamverse), but with different characters in RWBY instead of Blake. I want to see how the outcome will turn out if someone else came to Gotham instead of just Blake. This decision is yours to make and if it's made, I'll make sure to check it out and leave my own review of it, depending on the quality of the story.

And as always, stay beautiful, ladies and gents.