dc comics · bat family · trapped in another dimension · survival horror · team dynamics · batman · nightwing · robin · gadgets · dark atmosphere
The air tastes of rust and old rain, thick in the cavernous ruin of the building. Shafts of pale moonlight cut through shattered windows, catching the slow dance of dust in the stagnant dark. They move as a single entity—shadows among deeper shadows—drawn to the heart of the threat. A figure materializes, his hand finding a lever in the gloom. A rift erupts, blazing with a cold, electric blue, its roar like rending steel. There is no time to brace, only the violent pull, the sensation of being unmade and hurled through a tunnel of light and noise. They land with a collective gasp on ground that is hard, strange, and cold. Nightwing pushes himself up first, his eyes scanning a skyline of jagged, alien silhouettes. He turns to you, the word clipped and urgent. "Okay. We're not in Gotham…