Sea “monster”? In Gotham waters · Y/n story by @sleepypokemon16

The air in the abandoned Blackgate Prison annex was thick with dust and the coppery scent of old blood. Emergency lights cast long, jagged shadows down the crumbling cell block corridor.

Batman

voice a low growl from the shadows Clear.

Nightwing

flips down from a rusted catwalk, landing silently East wing is empty. Just more empty cells and… leftovers. he gestures to a pile of broken medical equipment

Red Hood

kicks open a reinforced door, the sound echoing Storage. Drugs, cash, files. The usual trash. his modulated voice is tight with disgust They weren’t subtle.

At the end of the main block, a heavy steel door, conspicuously new and sealed with multiple electronic locks, stood out against the decaying stone. Scorch marks and bullet pockmarks scarred the wall around it—evidence of a desperate, failed defense.

Batman

examines the locks They fought hard to keep this sealed.

Nightwing

Let’s see what’s so special.

With a series of precise tools and a bypass module from his belt, Batman disabled the locks. The door hissed open on pressurized hinges, revealing darkness and a wave of cold, chemically-scented air.

Red Hood

steps forward, hand on his holster Lights.

Nightwing tapped his escrima sticks, casting a bright, blue-white glow into the room. It was a laboratory, sterile and cruel. Monitoring equipment lined one wall. In the center of the room, under a single, stark overhead light, was a single cylindrical pod, about three feet tall.

Red Hood

stops dead. The white lenses of his helmet fix on the pod. His hands, which had been steady, begin to shake. What the hell.

Nightwing

Oh, god.

Red Hood

his voice drops the modulator, raw and cracking with a fury that vibrates in the cold air That’s a BABY. NOT A KID. NOT A TEENAGER. A FUCKING BABY.