It was his third night coming to the warehouse, long past opening hours. Even in that timeframe, though, he wouldn't have been allowed to investigate it freely without paying someone off. He promised his wife that he'd be home as soon as he got off work. He could tell from her opalescent blue eyes that she knew he was lying but smiled complacently, not saying a word.

"Master Bruce, what would you like me to tell the misses tonight?" A thick British accent cut through Bruce's thoughts as the person on his Bluetooth headset spoke to him.

"Tell her that I'm working late and time escaped me."

Bruce Wayne told Usagi earlier that day to cancel the dinner date with his parents for the fourth time that month, and he'd be alone with her tonight. It was an easy fix as his wife wanted to have children though they hadn't been so lucky with the previous two miscarriages.

There was a slight pause on the other end. "The misses went to your work earlier to provide you with an early dinner since you hadn't eaten this morning. You weren't there."

Damn... There were no time clocks for the owner, but his wife was friends with everyone that had a name in the building. "Tell her that it's a surprise, and I'll be home in a little bit."

Bruce could tell the older man was nodding as he gruffed something about that being good and wanting him to 'come home at a decent time and not to worry his wife so much' before the younger man hung up, suddenly feeling a pain of guilt well up in his chest. It was the same feeling he got whenever he dealt with his parents, Thomas and Martha Wayne.

Despite the fact that he never made Alfred lie for him before, there was this aching feeling that this wasn't the first time nor would it be his last. While he felt bad, another part of him felt like he missed this. Bruce didn't know what he missed and why he felt that way or why he woke up crying every night. He couldn't explain why the idea of taking his parents and Usagi to a show made or why everything felt wrong to him. But it did.

He walked around the warehouse, this place he'd seen in a dream. There was nothing there, but for some reason, he felt that he would find answers to the uneasy feeling in his gut.

He turned on the flashlight on his LG Arista android phone, lighting up the walkway in front of him, wanting to avoid any unnecessary attention. The place was abandoned; even the mice found better homes.

Finally, his eyes caught something that felt out of place. It was sitting in the middle of the warehouse. A lead pipe covered in blood. He froze for a moment but didn't get as scared as he thought he would.

He walked over to it and pulled on a glove that he'd bought from Rite Aid before coming there. Just as he was he about to pick it up, he saw a woman with long green hair that went past her knees and a child with short black hair watching him.

The woman with long, dark green hair walked forward. Her tan skin coming into the light, and her face had this timeless feeling to him. Had he known her before? "You feel it too, don't you, Bruce Wayne?"

Her eyes were the color of a crimson ruby, and she was taller than most women he'd ever known.

"Feel what exactly?"

It was the child who came forward. A thin, short girl with a pale complexion with royal purple eyes and a serious but pretty face. "This world isn't right."

His eyes widened as he looked back at the pipe on the ground and suddenly heard a voice calling from behind him. "Why didn't you save me?!" He turned around and there was nothing. No warehouse, no world, just pitch black.

He ran forward to the voice as it repeated the same thing over and over again. Bruce needed to get to the owner of the voice. He needed to help them. What was their name? Who were they? They didn't say a name, but why did it feel like they were talking to him?

He ran, but he was getting nowhere.

"Bruce!" He heard someone say. There voice was muffled. "Bruce, wake up!"

The darkhaired man woke up covered in sweat. Usagi Tsukino Wayne stood over him, clearly worried. "You seem to be having lots of nightmares lately. Your mom and dad are worried. Maybe, counseling will be good, yanno?"

Usagi turned on the television and put on the news.

"Gotham City is voted happiest and most peaceful place on the planet for the fiftieth year in a roll." The newscaster smiled.

Something about that seemed off.