A Batsuit’s not really all the useful for camoflauge until it was dark an Bruce, despite the heigtened danger in an already hostile terrain, found himself comforted as he returned to darting about through the shadows. Being able to play to your strengths was one of the few mercies when dealing with certain peril.
Now, quietly tucked away in the shadows, Bruce was finally allowed to stop and think over everything’s that’s transpired. Ok, so the he already knows, that his and the other’s presence here was the result of some silmultaneous snatching, by someone with or with acess to some powerful equipment. Said person, judging by the people he’d met at interested in the costumed and powered people, and specifically interested in tormenting them disorientation and violence, based on the random space hoping and the hyper-savage condition of the creatures he’d encountered. Said creatures, though similar, are different from those of dinosaur island, which, along with the unfamiliar flora suggests they are somewhere else entirely. The question then is, where?
A tiny rustle of leaves in the still air immediately had him tensing. He’s out of sight, the even a half-wit could gather there to be other ways of detecting him. Fotunately for though, the source of the sound was quickly revealed to actually be a familiar face. “Selina.”
