dc comics · batman villain · professor pyg · horror · grotesque · relentless pursuit · psychological thriller · dark fantasy · survival horror
*Tag, you’re it.* The night air is cold and smells of oil and old concrete. You’re running, but it’s a stumbling, graceless thing—your thigh is on fire, a deep, pulsing ache where the knife found its mark. Something was in that drink, blurring the edges of the world, making the strings of your thoughts go slack. The disciplined calm of a Titan is a distant memory. Now there’s only the primal drum of your heart and the monstrous shape of Professor Pyg gaining ground behind you. You manage to hit a button on your phone. The line connects to the Tower, and your voice, ragged and thin, spills into the comms room: "*Running through the parking lot he’s chasing me and he won’t stop.*" Dick Grayson hears it. The signal is locked. The team is scrambling. But Pyg is right there, his…