Bruce soon arrived at the entrance to Osborn Tower. He looked up at the skyscraper and felt some nerve inside him twitching incessantly.
In that instant, everything around him became sharper and clearer: motes of dust floating in the brilliant sunlight, dirt scattering beneath his boots, even the gleaming curls of a woman's hair inside a car window.
The edges of his vision blurred, yet beyond the boundary between clarity and blur, several other modes of vision emerged. They were angles the human eye could never perceive. Aside from a small patch directly in front of the back of his head, which remained invisible, his field of vision covered at least 330 degrees around his head.
These views overlapped, forming stereoscopic vision that allowed Bruce to mentally map out his position within his current surroundings.
Then he found the direction indicated by that twitching nerve: the Osborn Group right in front of him.
As he stepped forward, the nerve began twitching more violently. Bruce forced his eyelids up, trying to use reason to control his body and keep walking.
The next second, he sucked in a sharp breath. The violent twitching sent stabbing pain through his scalp. His legs felt filled with lead, impossible to lift, while the cells along his waist and hips seemed caught by something, straining desperately to drag him backward.
This Batman did not possess some indomitable will capable of overcoming every hardship. Like the vast majority of humans, he yielded to bodily instinct. Unable to control himself, he staggered back two steps and fell hard onto the ground.
Beep—beep beep beep!
A piercing alarm sounded beside his ear. Bruce swayed to his feet, and when he looked again at the startled Osborn Group employees at the entrance, he saw red light flickering around the outlines