Summary: You usually don't quite realize what's the most dangerous element in any given situation until the very end.
Author Notes: This is a nicer version of the story I first attempted to write.
Despair and corruption colored the psychic plane. He had seen worse, but it had its own unique quality. For somebody on a quest to find his place on Earth, visiting Gotham City was perhaps not the best way to...
John Jones ran. Faster than a human could, yet barely in time to see a man aim a gun at a silent child standing almost formally among his parents' dead bodies.
The child's mind was screaming, and the scream wasn't human.
A bat-shaped form hit the armed man. Stronger than a human could, it sent the man crashing against a wall.
You, it said with a voice from the child's forgotten nightmares. The man screamed.
The kid took one of the bat-thing's roughly anthropomorphic hands. "Come with me," it said with a voice from the martian's forgotten dreams.