Batwoman braced herself against the wall and moved forward slowly. The cold rock seemed to clear her muddled mind somewhat. Though she still could not see, she could feel a clarity between her eyes.
People would never understand her. Never.
Even though the Batwoman of the past had used ruthless methods, the Batwoman of today had softened considerably. She had allowed herself to be surrounded by younger children.
She had gone from a solitary avenger to a parent and leader, but being constantly surrounded by others could not possibly be her most perfect state.
Something had been forgotten.
Her dark instincts had brought her back here. The Out of Control Protocol had activated not long ago, but when she fought it in the streets, she had suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Batwoman's memory had never been wrong, but now, she felt that she had forgotten something.
This was highly unusual. She had discovered a gap in her memories, and besides that, something kept ticking inside her head.
Ticktock, ticktock, ticktock.
It sounded like a pocket watch ticking, but the closer she came to somewhere, the louder and clearer the sound became.
The dark cave was incredibly deep, yet she increasingly felt that something was waiting ahead.
After walking through the darkness for about two minutes, she reached the end of the secret cavern. There was nothing unusual here, except for a huge wooden chest.
It looked somewhat like a treasure chest from a video game, but there was one problem: Batwoman had never played childish video games.
Yet she could feel that this chest was calling to her, and the sound in her heart grew ever more urgent.
Dragging her long black cape behind her, she came before the chest. With the last of her strength, she placed