Two Dead Men

"His pulse and blood pressure are normal, so why did he conk out?" With one hand on the wheel, Roland unbuckled Batman's seat belt with the other, grabbed his shoulder, and tossed him into the air before climbing into the driver's seat.

Raven caught Batman. "—Something's off with him. It's like his soul took a hit."

"Did something happen just now?" Roland drove toward Gotham.

"No." Raven hadn't figured out what was going on either. Looking puzzled, she kept trying to wake Batman with magic.

"My head hurts—I thought I died..." Batman finally woke after a while. "Who are you? Where am I?"

"Amnesia?" Roland froze. "Did something go wrong with Bruce's brain?"

"No." Raven shook her head.

"Who are you?" Batman asked warily. They even knew his real name. Had they seen his face just now?

"You even forgot me? That's some serious amnesia." Roland sighed. "Do you remember Tim?"

"Who's Tim?"

"He met you before he met Tim, remember?" Raven reminded him. "If he's forgotten even you, how would he know who Tim is?"

"Then do you remember Selene?"

"Selene, Catwoman—why bring her up?"

"You forgot getting married too?" Roland prompted as he drove. "Why don't you look at the pendant on your chest?"

When Batman saw the wedding photo of himself and Selene, he was stunned. "I'm married? To Selene?"

"That's right." Roland nodded. "You even have a kid."

"A kid."

"Yeah. Honestly, could this be postpartum depression?" Roland asked. "I've heard some new fathers get that—"

"That isn't called postpartum depression," Batman corrected, his expression darkening. "Close enough. You get the idea." Keeping one hand on the wheel, Roland called Nightwing with the other. "Dick, your dad has amnesia. Hurry back and take a look—me? I'm near Atlanta right now. Just over a thousand kilometers to