

₳nthony ℳitchell
ʙᴀᴛᴍᴀɴ
ᴄᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs: What the hell happened?
ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Wayne Manor
sᴛᴀᴛᴜs: Healing shoulder, otherwise healthy
ᴏᴏᴄ:
Anthony woke from a very vivid looking dream and groaned to himself, unwilling to open his eyes. It was a long moment before he realized that he was breathing through a mask. His eyes shot open and he immediately realized he still had his Batman mask on. He bolted up in his bed, the dream he'd had fleeing his mind. He stared down at himself, shocked to see that he still wearing the Batman suit. The fact that he was wearing it, and in his bedroom, immediately had him worried. He didn't remember going to bed the night before, and had no idea how he got here. What if someone found him in Gotham and unmasked him? If someone knew who he was and where he lived, what else did they know? He cursed himself for being so careless. He needed to figure out what had happened and who left him at the Manor. He grabbed his phone and sent a quick text Ashelynn.
SMS - Ashe: I need you to meet me at the computer.
Once that was away, he ran for the cave, all the while trying to figure out what he last remembered. There was the Hall of Justice. Green Arrow had been there, as well as a number of others. Flash, Superboy, Alan Cypher, Wonder Boy, and Nightingale. He remembered her because she'd accused him of not being a real detective. Or, had she? That part was fuzzy. Why couldn't he remember? And how did he get back to the Manor without remembering it?