After fighting a dangeour multiversal traveler, Bruce is transported to a world which is so much different from Gotham. He tries to make sense of his reality and questions wheather his skin is even his own, while meeting a women named Bella, who cha...
What was the key to getting out of the cage? If only Bruce could psychically connect with Bella, maybe she could save him. Was his connection psychic or was it physical. Who was Bella and how come her moving to Gotham on the day that Bruce got kidnapped didn't feel like a coincidence? Bruce tried to close his eyes and connect with her again. Feel her soft brown hair rubbing against his hands. Feel the warmth of her skin against his, warming him up. Why did he feel so cold and looked so pale? What had this connection done to Bruce's physical appearance? Maybe I'm sick, Bruce thought. "For sure" he told himself. Bruce looked around the cage. He looked at the empty glass bottels surrounding him. Like he was in a chemistry lab. He looked for traces that would help him explain what he had been through. Then suddenly Bruce Wayne blacked out. His mind and memories were intact but blurry, but he himself became unconsious of his present moment. His hands started to turn cold again, and his eyes changed into a soft brown color. Even his hair morphed into beautiful copper. He felt a gush of energy, He felt like he had somehow changed, He stood up inside his small cell and walked towards the door. It was as if the door handel had been broken. Broken a long time ago. Bruce didn't care. He ran out, insticntivly. Faster than the batbike. Faster than the fastest mile Towards Bella Swan's house.
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He saw himself staring at the house. The simplicity of it. The stupid welcome mat. How he was baffled by it, being the one living at the illustrious Wayne mansion. When suddenly he looked down towards his skin and saw
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his skin was GLIMMERING. Skin pale and white like snow. He started to remember the cage and how it was open. Blackouts, he thought to himself. The night he saved Bella, he started to recall how his "alter ego" had opened through the cage. But without his utility belt. Only with his bare hands. As if to say he had the powers of superman and the flash bestowed upon him. And he aldready was the Batman. He had transformed into a trinity of pureness. But it was masked by a thirst, a hunger His stomach rumbling, but not for food. For something else.. For something he wasn't capable of understanding. Was it Bella Swan that had turned him into this pale disposition, or was it the bad guy? Maybe the portal had something to do with it. At least one thing was good, that he was free. He needed to find the red door behind which the perpetrator was hiding and kick his a**. He needed his utlity belt to make contact with Alfred, whom he missed dearly.
Whatever the matter was, Bruce knew from the bottom of his heart that things in Gotham city weren't going to be the same anymore, despite how ridiculously crazy they already were.
But first, his instincts told him he had to open the door in front of him. The door inside Bella Swan's house - the door that was capable of solving his conundrum. The door he thought could quench his thirst, and explain his curiosity. He felt noise all around him. Noise that wasn't really there but was in his head. Bella's father ruminating about how many cans of beer he had consumed. A cyclist passing by who was elated over reaching 13 miles. He felt he coud hear noises that weren't there. But when he looked up at Bella Swan's window, all the sounds disappeared. What was happening to him? And why was he insatiable by almost anything and everything edible?
