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@iustitia, Video;

Has anyone ever encountered this wallpaper before?

[Bruce looks fairly haggard, and he rubs his face, clearly needing a shave. His jacket has traces of old blood on it, but he doesn't seem to be injured. He turns the tablet so that the wallpaper can be clearly seen, and he shows the tear, before turning the tablet back to himself.]

It's causing dizziness, but also when I ripped a piece, it--well, a scratch instantly showed up on my arm.

[A wry smirk.]

I don't think I've encountered aggressive buildings before.

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Bruce stares down at the puzzle.

Crime alley.

Blood.

His parents.

Recoiling physically, he nearly knocks the table over in his frantic attempt to get up. He's breathing heavily, his eyes wide, as he backs against the wall. He shuts his eyes a moment, centering himself, trying not to let the visceral reaction make this any worse. He opened his eyes again.

The puzzle was still there.

He'd finished it in a sort of frantic state of manic horror, as it became more and more apparent to what it was, clearly Gotham, but the actual crime scene wasn't apparent until the last few pieces.

His eyes fell to the tiny pearls visible on a single piece. The blood.

Then to the form of the child crying in the night.

Him.

Bruce rubbed his face, swallowed, and quickly ran to the other room, where his companion was.

"I need to show you something impossible."