He couldn't remember anything. Not even how he got there and why. All he knew was that he was the Batman. He was the goddamn Batman. Now, he didn't know what he a Batman was for. Gotham. Or so he recalls, used to be an actual city. Now it's….a ghetto. Yeah, that's it! A ghetto. Why couldn't he remember? The buildings that once shined with purpose, now rots in the depths of the city.
He saw debris scattered along the roads, the sidewalks, the cars. An eerie smog of dusk engulfed the air he breathed. Out of pure curiosity, he walked over to one of the smaller alley ways, the ones where most criminal activity would occur. Why did he remember that? His steps echoed through the empty alley. The color red caught his eye. A person would think it would be a stop sign or something common. Not in this newer version of Gotham. No. Instead, you got to prepare your eyes for the absolute worst. No. Instead you see a body on a meat hook drooling rich fresh blood. Half massacred and half decaying off the bone. Well then…he never remembered that from the older Gotham.
As he took the time to be shocked and surprised, he heard a can drop to the floor. He turned around only to be met with an axe miss his head by centimeters. The axe came his way again, but this time Bruce was prepared for it. He grabbed the axe by its handle and tugged on it to make the man who was holding it reveal himself from the shadows. A huge 6'4 man emerged. He had dried blood on his clothes. Bruce hated cannibals.
He knocked him out relatively easy, it only took two punches straight in the face to do that. He heard a loud thud on the floor, and yet again something else caught his attention. An outline of a square. It was made to look like a panel of the sidewalk, but Bruce knew that out of experience that it was really a door. It doesn't hurt to look.
He went down with caution, hoping this could lead to some answers. As he descended down the stairs, he noted that the floor was covered in dust and dirt….and blood. Should he be afraid? Of course not he was the goddamn batman. Then the hallway ended and revealed a small computer light.
Batman entered the room and a dusky, toxic, smell fumed in his nostrils. He saw a large computer screen, covered in black soot. The place was literally trashed. He saw a giant rusty tragedy and comedy mask above the screen monitor. The room was decorated in such a way, who ever owned it was desperately trying to make it look homey. The owner was failing miserably.
Some walls where painted yellow, purple, orange, and blue. It reminded him
of a person. One he knew. One he hated. But oddly, he couldn't remember his
name. Then he heard a noise. Something moved.