ARKHAM FILES: ORACLE

CHAPTER TWO:MINDS WANDER INTO FANTASY

Bruce Wayne's eyes flicked back to the road, his mind racing with the conversation they had just had. He had been trying to process Barbara's words, but they kept echoing in his mind like a mantra. "I'm doing this because I love him."

He felt a pang of guilt and worry as he glanced in the rearview mirror. Barbara was sitting silently in the backseat, her eyes fixed on the darkness outside.

What was going on in her mind? He couldn't shake the feeling that he had missed something, that there was more to her story than she was letting on.

He took a deep breath, trying to clear his thoughts. He had to focus on the task at hand. He had to stop the Joker and bring him to justice.

But his mind kept wandering back to Barbara's words. He couldn't help but wonder what she meant by "I'm doing this because I love him." Was it just about Jason? Or was there something more?

He glanced in the rearview mirror again, feeling a pang of concern. What if he had misjudged Barbara? What if she was getting in over her head?

He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He had to trust Barbara, had to trust his instincts. But as he glanced in the rearview mirror again, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

They were almost back at the Batcave. He could see the entrance in the distance, the lights of the cave beckoning them home.

He slowed down, his mind racing with thoughts of Barbara and Jason and the Joker. What was going to happen next?

As they p

Bruce's eyes searched hers, but she just looked away. He knew he had to talk to her again, had to get to the bottom of what was going on in her mind.

But for now, he just sat there, his mind racing with thoughts of what was to come.

Bruce Wayne pulled the Batmobile into the entrance of the Batcave, the engines dying down as he came to a stop. He turned off the lights and turned to Barbara, who was still sitting silently in the passenger seat.

"Barbara, we're here," he said, trying to keep his tone light and friendly.

But Barbara just got out of the car, her eyes fixed on the darkness ahead. She didn't say a word, just walked away from the car and disappeared into the shadows.

Bruce sighed, feeling a sense of frustration wash over him. He had been trying to get through to her all night, but she seemed to be shutting him out.

He got out of the car and followed after her, his footsteps echoing off the walls of the cave. As he walked, he could hear the sound of Alfred's voice coming from deeper in the cave.

"Ah, Master Bruce! Welcome back," Alfred said, appearing around a corner with a tray of drinks. "Alfred," Bruce said, taking one of the drinks. "How was your evening?"

"Quiet, sir," Alfred replied. "Just me and the usual cave maintenance. Although I did notice that Miss Barbara seemed a bit...distraught."

Bruce nodded, feeling a sense of understanding. "Yeah, she's been going through a tough time lately," he said.

Alfred's expression turned sympathetic. "I'm so sorry to hear that, sir. Is there anything I can do to help?"

Bruce shook his head. "Just keep an eye on her, Alfred. I think she's going to need some support." Alfred nodded. "Of course, sir. I'll make sure to check in on her regularly."

As they walked deeper into the cave, Bruce couldn't help but feel a sense of concern for Barbara. She had always been strong and independent, but he could sense that something was eating away at her.