February 2027

Brooklyn, New York

A black Mercedes 850 roared down the Brooklyn streets, its sleek exterior gleaming under the city lights. Behind the wheel was Raquel, a stunning woman in her twenties with a body that could turn heads and a smirk that hinted at her dangerous allure. Her eyes, sharp and hungry, were fixed on the road ahead as she drove the car with ease

Beside her in the passenger seat, Dennis squirmed, a model-actor type with the kind of grin that suggested that he was God's perfect idiot, but he more than made up for it with his looks

Dennis: So where we going? 

Raquel: It's a surprise. 

Dennis: I likes surprises. 

Raquel eyeballs Dennis.

Raquel: What do you have down there, little man? 

Dennis: Heat-seeker

Raquel's hand slid up Dennis's thigh, her fingers curling just enough to make him shiver. The playful, predatory glint in her eyes never left his as she squeezed his groin, hearing a low moan from him. She could feel the tension building, the anticipation thick in the air

Raquel: I'll bet...

Just as quickly, she pulled her hand away, her expression turning back to one of control as she downshifted the car

A couple of minutes later...

The cold, metallic scent of the meat packing plant clung to the air, mixing with the distant hum of machinery. Raquel led Dennis with purpose, her heels clicking sharply against the concrete floor

Dennis: What are we doing here?

Raquel didn't answer, her only response a mysterious smile as she continued forward, her pace never slowing down

They passed by a partially open door, and Dennis caught sight of what looked like a line of something...or someone being pulled into the back of a truck in bodybags

She pressed a button on an intercom, and a voice echoed through, speaking in a language Dennis couldn't understand. The tone was harsh, almost demonic, carrying a sinister undertone that sent a shiver down his spine. Raquel responded in the same language, her voice calm and assured

Dennis: What did you say?

Before he could get an answer, Raquel spun around and silenced him with a fierce, hungry kiss. Dennis melted into it, his confusion drowned out by the raw intensity of her lips against his

As their lips parted, the steel door behind them slid open with a low hiss, revealing a darkened interior. Raquel pulled away just enough to gaze into Dennis's eyes, her smile returning with that same predatory glint.

Raquel: Come on. The real surprise is inside

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The techno beats reverberated through the walls as they stepped inside, the transition from the awful silence of the meat packing plant to the pulsating energy of the club almost disorienting. The dance floor was a chaotic sea of bodies, writhing and grinding under the strobe lights

Raquel didn't waste a second, pulling Dennis out onto the dance floor, her movements fluid and hypnotic. The music coursed through them, dictating their every move as they swayed together. Dennis, caught up in the atmosphere, followed her lead

As they moved, a silver-haired girl with a predatory look in her eyes approached them, her figure cutting through the crowd like a knife. She was striking, dressed in a mix of leather and metal, her presence commanding attention

Without a word, the girl, named Mercury joined them, sliding up against Dennis from the other side. Now sandwiched between Raquel and Mercury, Dennis found himself lost in sensation, the three of them moving as one, their bodies pressing together in perfect sync

Dennis: Fuck... I need a drink!!!

Dennis's laughter died in his throat as he felt a warm drop hit his hand.

Confused, he glanced down and saw the crimson droplet on his skin. His brow furrowed, concern creeping in as he wiped it away, only to have more droplets fall on him. His heart began to race as he looked up, realizing that blood was now raining down from the ceiling

Raquel's face was already sprinkled with it, her expression one of pure ecstasy as she turned her face upward, letting the blood cascade over her like it was a refreshing summer rain. Dennis stopped dancing, his eyes wide with disbelief as he tried to make sense of what was happening

All around them, the other club goers were reacting not with horror, but with happiness. They tilted their heads back, mouths open wide to catch the falling blood, their bodies still moving to the relentless beat as if nothing had changed

He recoiled, every instinct telling him to run, to get out of this hellish place, but he was frozen in place, his mind struggling to process the horror unfolding around him

Dennis turned to Raquel, desperate for some kind of explanation, some reassurance that this wasn't as twisted as it seemed. But as she faced him, her features twisted into a terrifying snarl, her teeth becoming sharp, canine fangs...

Raquel: What's wrong, baby?

Dennis's scream was lost in the pounding bass of the music, his voice drowned out by the chaos around him. He pushed away from Raquel in a desperate attempt to escape, but when he turned, he found himself face to face with Mercury, her lips pulled back in a grotesque smile, revealing sharp fangs

 A cold dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he realized the horrifying truth...everyone in the club was a vampire, and he was the lone human in a den of predators

His survival instincts kicked in, and Dennis bolted, trying to shove his way through the crowd. But before he could make it to the door, a burly doorman stepped into his path, his massive fist connecting with Dennis's face in a brutal blow. The force of the punch sent Dennis crashing to the ground, his vision blurring as he struggled to stay conscious

The vampires swarmed around him, their laughter echoing through the club as they toyed with him, shoving him from one to another like a plaything

Dennis stumbled, his head spinning, and found himself back in Raquel's arms. Her grip was cold and unyielding as she looked down at him with a twisted smile. With a cruel shove, she pushed him forward

Dennis's world slowed to a crawl as he lay sprawled on the cold, blood-slicked floor, his heart pounding in his chest. The vampires fell silent, their twisted smiles fading as they turned their attention to the dark figure standing in the shadows

The figure stepped forward, his heavy boots echoing in the sudden quiet. He emerged from the darkness, revealing a towering, muscular frame draped in a long, black leather coat that seemed to absorb the dim light of the club. His presence exuded a lethal intensity, a quiet menace that sent a shiver down the spine of everyone in the room

His eyes, cold and calculating, scanned the room with a sneer of cruel contempt, taking in the bloodthirsty vampires surrounding him. This was no ordinary man. This was a hunter, a predator among predators...

His name was Blade...

Club Vampire: COME ON DAYWALKER!!!

The first vampire charged at him, fangs bared, but Blade was faster. He drew his shotgun in a flash, the silver bullets exploding on impact. The vampire's body disintegrated in a violent burst of blood and ash

In one fluid motion, he raised his shotgun and fired again, the silver bullets finding their mark. Another vampire erupted into a cloud of black ash, its remains scattering in the air like dust.

Raquel: Hey! I'm gonna rip your fucking head off!

Blade spun around, delivering a powerful kick to Raquel before shooting another vampire

Blade remained calm and calculating. He raised his shotgun again, this time aiming directly at Raquel's chest. Another thunderous shot rang out, and she was hit. The silver bullets tore through her, and within seconds, her body disintegrated into nothing but ash

As the chaos around him grew, more vampires charged Blade, but he was ready. His shotgun was spent, but he didn't need it anymore. With a fluid motion, he threw the weapon at an oncoming vampire, knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, Blade was on it, driving a silver stake through his heart. The vampire convulsed and then disintegrated like the others

Blade moved like a force of nature, unstoppable, relentless, and utterly focused on his mission to exterminate every bloodsucker in his path. The vampires, once confident in their numbers and strength, now cowered before the Daywalker, realizing too late that they were no match for the legend that stood before them

After that, Blade heard a group of vampires approach him. Their leader, Quincy, sneered with a sadistic grin, carrying a knife as he rallied his crew. The vampires were armed with crowbars, their eyes filled with bloodlust, but there was a flicker of hesitation as they watched Blade draw his sword

Quincy: That's him! Fuck him up! We're gonna make you hurt bad!

The blade of his katana gleamed under the club's strobe lights as Blade dragged it across the floor, the metal scraping against concrete with a menacing hiss. The sound was like a warning, a line in the sand that dared them to cross

Blade's eyes never left them, his voice low and chilling as he finally spoke

Blade: Cross it...

He challenged, the words hanging in the air like a death sentence

As they charged towards him, Blade dispatched the vampires with ruthless efficiency, his sword slicing through the air with lethal precision

As the last vampire in front of him fell, Blade reached into his coat and pulled out a sleek, silver boomerang. He glanced around the club, spotting more vampires trying to regroup and attack from the shadows

With a flick of his wrist, Blade sent the boomerang spinning through the air. It sliced through the dim light, arcing across the room with deadly accuracy. The vampires didn't stand a chance. The double-edged weapon struck each target, cutting them down before returning to Blade's hand with a satisfying snap

Blade turned his back on Quincy, ignoring the last vampire's attempts to strike him down. Quincy, desperate and enraged, lunged at Blade with all his remaining strength. But Blade was ready

In one swift motion, Blade spun around, picked up his discarded shotgun, and fired a stake right into Quincy's shoulder. The force of the shot sent Quincy flying backward, slamming him against the wall with a painful thud

Before Quincy could even catch his breath, Blade fired again. The second stake found its mark, piercing Quincy's other shoulder and securing him to the wall, rendering him completely helpless

Blade then listens to Quincy's frantic words, spoken in the ancient vampire language of old Transylvania. The haunting tones of the language echoed in the blood-soaked room, sending a chill through the air

Quincy: Vine, Blade...nu poți opri...în curând...La Magra și Nosferatu vor stăpâni lumea... (He is coming, Blade...you cannot stop it...soon...La Magra and Nosferatu will rule the world...)

Blade's eyes narrowed as he absorbed the vampire's words. The mention of La Magra and Nosferatu was enough to stir a deep-seated anger within him. These were names that held terrifying weight in the vampire world...ancient beings of unimaginable power, whose return could spell doom for humanity

But Blade wasn't one to be easily intimidated. He leaned in closer to Quincy, his voice low and dangerous

With a calm, almost methodical motion, Blade reached down to his belt and unclipped a small, cylindrical device. He held it up for Quincy to see, his expression unreadable

Blade: I'm getting tired of hacking you into pieces...

Quincy's eyes widened in fear as he realized what was coming. But before he could react, Blade pressed a button on the device, arming it

Blade: Thought I'd try fire for a change...

With a flick of his wrist, Blade tossed the incendiary device at Quincy. It hit him square in the chest, and in an instant...

Quincy ignited in a blinding burst of flames. His screams filled the room, but Blade didn't even flinch. He turned away from the burning vampire, ignoring the howls of agony and the stench of burning flesh

Blade: Tell Frost I'm coming for him...

...

New York Police Department

Y/N stood in the dimly lit interrogation room of the NYPD, the cold steel table separating him from Harvey Dent... Two-Face. The former district attorney's once handsome features were now a grotesque mix of flesh and scar tissue, a physical manifestation of the shattered psyche beneath

Two-Face's good eye, the one that still held traces of the man Y/N once knew, flickered with a mix of rage and despair

Harvey: You said...you said we'd stop crime in this city...we were close...you, me, Jim...

Y/N could hear the pain in his voice, the remnants of the idealistic man who had once fought alongside him for justice. He hated what Harvey had become, and even more, he hated that he couldn't save him

Y/N: I'm so sorry for what happened to you, Harvey. I promise you'll have the best care in Arkham.

Y/N's voice was steady, but there was a depth of sincerity in it, a genuine regret for the path that led them here. He wanted to believe that somewhere deep inside, the real Harvey was still there, fighting to break free from the darkness

But Two-Face's response was sharp, filled with the bitterness of betrayal.

Two-Face: He lies! You don't want me to get better...you want to take on crime all by yourself...you didn't want to share the spotlight...

Y/N: I never wanted to do this alone, Harvey. We were supposed to do it together. But this...

He gestured to the coin, the scars, the twisted path Two-Face had taken.

Y/N: This isn't justice. This is a nightmare, and I'm sorry I couldn't wake you from it.

For a moment, there was silence between them, the coin spinning one last time before landing on the scarred side. Two-Face's expression hardened, the brief flicker of Harvey gone as the monster took control

Two-Face: Nightmares don't end, Batman! They just keep getting worse.

Y/N's sighed deeply, but he knew there was no reaching Harvey tonight. With a nod to the officers outside, he stepped back as they moved in to take Two-Face away. As they led him out, Y/N watched, hoping against hope that the man he once called a friend would find some peace, even if it was within the cold walls of Arkham

As Y/N drove the Batmobile through the streets of New York, the city's dark alleys and towering skyscrapers blurred in a single mass. The sound of the Batmobile's engine was usually a comfort, a reminder of his mission, but tonight, it felt different. Something was off

Suddenly, a voice echoed in his mind. Cold, commanding, and all too familiar.

Batman: Lately you've been lacking faith, Y/N... you're going soft...

Y/N's hands tightened on the steering wheel, his heart rate accelerating. He glanced around the empty cabin of the Batmobile, confusion taking over his thoughts

Y/N: Who... who's talking?

He waited for an answer, but there was only silence. His heartbeat pounded in his ears as he tried to make sense of what just happened. He was alone in the Batmobile...wasn't he?

Batman: You know who it is. You've always known. It's me... the real you

Y/N shook his head, gripping the steering wheel harder, as if he could drive away from the voice. But it was inside him, inescapable.

Y/N: No... this isn't real. You're just a part of me, not something separate.

The voice in his mind chuckled, dark and menacing, like a shadow given form.

Batman: You've been pretending, Y/N. Pretending that we're the same. But you know better. You're the mask... I am the reality. I'm the one who gets things done. The one who doesn't hesitate. Lately, you've been holding back...

Y/N felt a cold sweat break out on his brow. The streets passed by in a blur, but his thoughts were fixated on the battle raging inside his mind.

Y/N: No. I'm in control. I've always been in control.

But even as he said it, doubt crept into his voice. The line between himself and the Batman had always been thin, but now, it was as if that line was disappearing altogether.

Batman: You're weak, Y/N. You've been distracted, letting emotions cloud your judgment. Harvey... Kate... even Jason. You're not just fighting crime anymore...you're trying to save everyone. But you can't. You know what needs to be done, but you hesitate

Y/N's breath came in shallow gasps. The Batmobile's autopilot guided him through the final stretch to the Batcave, but his mind was miles away.

Y/N: I won't let you take over. I'm not you...I'm more than just... this.

As the Batmobile rolled to a stop, Y/N could feel the weight of the voice pressing down on him, like a heavy cloak suffocating his thoughts

Batman: You're nothing without me. Without the Batman, you're just Y/N Wayne...a rich kid playing dress up. But I... I am the night. The fear. The justice this city needs

For a moment, he felt lost, caught between the man he was and the symbol he had become.

Y/N: I won't let you control me. I'm not just a mask. I'm...

But the words faltered, uncertainty creeping in. The voice in his mind, The Batman, was silent now, but its presence lingered, like a shadow that refused to go away

Kate: Hey...who were you talking to?

Y/N's heart skipped a beat as he heard Kate's voice, her words cutting through the silence that had settled in the Batcave. He quickly composed himself, turning to face her.

Kate stood a few feet away, her expression a mix of concern and curiosity. She had changed out of her suit and into something more casual, but her sharp eyes were still vigilant, as always.

Y/N: No one...

His voice was calm, but there was a trace of unease that Kate immediately picked up on. She took a step closer, her gaze narrowing slightly

Kate: It didn't sound like no one.

Y/N forced a small smile, trying to shrug off the lingering tension in his mind.

Y/N: Just thinking out loud. Long night.

Kate didn't look convinced, but she let it go, for now. She knew better than to push too hard when Y/N was like this, but she also knew something was off.

Kate: You know you can talk to me, right?

Y/N nodded, appreciating her concern but not ready to dive into the mess that was swirling inside his head.

Y/N: I know, Kate. Just... need to clear my head. It's been a rough night.

She watched him for a moment longer, her eyes searching his, before finally nodding.

Kate: Alright. But don't shut me out, Y/N. We're in this together.

He nodded again, grateful for her presence, even if he couldn't fully explain what was happening to him.

Y/N: I won't...

As Kate turned to leave, Y/N let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. The Batcave felt colder now, the shadows deeper. He knew he couldn't keep this battle inside him hidden forever, but for now, he pushed it down, locking it away

Y/N: Hey Kate?

Kate: Hm?

Y/N: You ever...thought about marriage?

Kate paused mid-step, her back still turned to Y/N. The question hung in the air, unexpected and heavy. Slowly, she turned back around, her eyes searching his face for some clue as to where this was coming from

Kate: Marriage?

She let the word linger, as if testing its weight. Y/N, usually so composed, looked uncharacteristically vulnerable. His question wasn't just a random thought... it was something deeper, something that had been disturbing him.

Y/N: Yeah...

He took a breath, gathering his thoughts.

Y/N: I know it's... probably not something we ever really talked about. But with everything going on, I've been thinking... about the future, about us

Kate's expression softened as she stepped closer, her eyes never leaving his.

Kate: I have thought about it, actually.

Her voice was gentle, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

Kate: I guess I just never brought it up because... well, look at our lives, Y/N. We're constantly in the middle of something dangerous or chaotic. It didn't seem like the right time to even consider it

Y/N nodded, understanding exactly what she meant. Their lives were anything but ordinary, filled with darkness, danger, and secrets

Y/N: I know our lives are... complicated. But maybe that's exactly why we should think about it. Something real, something that's ours, no matter what else happens.

Kate studied him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. It wasn't a proposal, not exactly, but it was an opening, a step towards a conversation neither of them had dared to have before.

Kate: You're right. Maybe it's something we should talk about. When things aren't so...

She gestured vaguely, letting everything sink in: The Batcave, the city, their entire chaotic existence

Kate: ...crazy.

Y/N smiled, a genuine one this time, feeling a small sense of relief.

Y/N: Yeah. When things aren't so crazy.

Kate returned his smile, a warmth in her gaze that hadn't been there a moment ago.

Kate: But for the record, I wouldn't mind it, Y/N. Not one bit.

With that, she leaned in and kissed him softly, a promise for the future. When they finally pulled away, the Batcave didn't feel quite so cold anymore

Kate: I'll be upstairs...don't keep me waiting

Y/N watched her as she walked away, her footsteps echoing lightly in the cavernous Batcave. The tension that had been eating him up moments before eased slightly, replaced by a warmth that Kate always managed to bring him. Her words lingered in his mind, a reminder that even in the midst of all the darkness, there was light to be found

Y/N: I won't

...

Meanwhile...

Lenox Hill Hospital

Curtis, a forensic pathologist, was busy jotting down notes on a clipboard as he prepared to begin another autopsy. The body in front of him, badly burned, was barely recognizable as human. He frowned, trying to reconcile the severe burns with the notes in front of him

Curtis moved closer, setting down his clipboard and preparing to make the first incision. The room was silent. Curtis, focused on his work, didn't notice the slight twitch of the body's hand

Then, without warning, the body on the table jolted upright with a guttural snarl, its eyes snapping open, glowing with a terrifying, unnatural light. Curtis stumbled back, his eyes wide with shock and horror

Curtis: What the-

Before he could finish, Quincy, the once dead vampire, lunged at him with blinding speed. His mouth opened impossibly wide, revealing his sharp fangs. Curtis barely had time to scream before Quincy's teeth sank deep into his neck, tearing through flesh and muscle. Blood spurted from the wound as Curtis's body convulsed in agony, his hands flailing helplessly as Quincy fed hungrily, draining the life from him

Quincy pulled back, blood dripping from his fangs, and let Curtis's lifeless body slump to the floor. He turned his attention to the other person in the room, Karen, a hematologist who had entered just moments earlier

Karen, frozen in shock, watched in horror as Quincy's twisted smile spread across his face. She tries running away from the room, but Quincy catches up to her

Karen: No... no, please

But her plea was cut short as Quincy lunged at her, pinning her to the wall with terrifying strength. His fangs tore into her neck, the pain searing through her as he began to drain her blood. The room spun, and the sound of her own blood rushing through her ears drowned out everything else

Just as Karen felt herself slipping into unconsciousness, a powerful force suddenly knocked Quincy off her. Quincy staggered back, releasing his grip on Karen, who collapsed to the floor, barely conscious. The sound of heavy boots echoed in the room, and through her fading vision, Karen saw a dark figure stepping into the light

It was Blade.

Blade: Came back to finish you off.

Quincy: Get away from me, you freak!

Blade's eyes locked onto Quincy, who was already retreating. With a swift motion, Blade drew his sword and severed Quincy's hand. The vampire's anguished roar echoed through the room as he staggered, but before Blade could finish him off, the sudden burst of gunfire from two policemen caught his attention

The bullets struck Blade, but he barely flinched. He turned toward the officers, his eyes blazing with fury

Blade: Motherfucker are you out of your damn mind?!

The policemen, terrified, fled from the scene. Blade's attention snapped back to Quincy, who took the opportunity to escape

With Quincy gone, Blade turned his focus to Karen, who was barely conscious. He quickly crossed the room and looked her. The sight of Karen's bloodied and weakened form stirred something within Blade...a haunting echo from his past. As he looked at her, he saw a ghostly resemblance to his mother, who had been bitten by a vampire while pregnant with him. The memory hit him hard, the emotional weight nearly overwhelming

Blade then carries her with a sense of urgency, walking through the hospital with speed. After that, he burst through the emergency exit, making his way to his waiting vehicle

A couple of minutes later...

Blade pulled up to the hidden entrance of his safehouse, a fortified building tucked away in an industrial area. The engine of his black Charger rumbled to a stop, and he quickly got out, lifting Karen's body from the backseat

Blade: Whistler!

Inside, Abraham Whistler, Blade's mentor and the man who had been with him through countless battles, looked up from his workbench

(Played by Kris Kristofferson)

Whistler: What the hell happened?

Blade: She was bitten. I found her in the hospital with Quincy. He got away, but she's not turning...not yet.

Whistler: You should've killed her, then.

Whistler's expression hardened as he took in the situation

Whistler: Get her on the table. We don't have much time

Blade nodded and carefully laid Karen on the metal examination table. Whistler moved to his side, already reaching for his medical kit

Whistler: She's lucky you got to her. That bite...

He trails off. Blade stood by, his jaw clenched as he watched Whistler work. The old man was methodical, his hands steady as he prepared a syringe filled with a serum, a formula they had developed to slow the vampiric transformation. It wasn't exactly a cure, but it could buy them time

Whistler: This should help, but it's not permanent. We need to find a solution before it's too late

Blade nodded, his eyes never leaving Karen's. Whistler injected the serum into her arm, watching her closely for any sign of reaction. After a moment, Karen's breathing seemed to stabilize, her body relaxing slightly as the serum took effect

Blade: Quincy mentioned something... La Magra and Nosferatu. They're planning something big

Whistler: Nosferatu, huh? That's the old-world name, the one they whispered in fear long before Dracula became a legend. If they're bringing that into play, it's worse than we thought

Blade: Yeah, and La Magra... If they succeed in summoning it, we're looking at a full-scale blood god. The world won't survive it...

...

Wayne Manor, Westchester

3:47 AM

Y/N stirred as the soft beep of his communicator cut through the silence of the early morning. Kate was still asleep beside him, her breathing slow and steady, the warmth of their shared moment lingering in the dim light of the room. He hesitated for a moment, reluctant to break the peace they'd just created, but the persistent beep demanded his attention

He slipped out of bed as quietly as he could, reaching for the communicator on the nightstand. The screen displayed a voice message from Alfred

Alfred: Master Y/N, there's been a rather peculiar incident reported in the city...a massacre at a club. The police are claiming that a single individual was responsible, and they're saying the victims were...vampires

Careful not to wake up Kate, he pulled on a pair of pants and grabbed his shirt, slipping out of the bedroom and making his way down the quiet halls of Wayne Manor. Lucky the Pizza dog tried following him, but Y/N just told him to stay with Kate

By the time he reached the Batcave, Alfred was already there, standing by the Batcomputer. The screens were lit up with news reports and police scanner feeds, all detailing the same strange occurrence

Alfred: I've been monitoring the situation for the past half hour. The witness reports are consistent, though rather hard to believe. They're saying the attacker was some kind of...vampire hunter. The descriptions are vague, but they all mention a man dressed in black, armed to the teeth, and moving with inhuman speed

Y/N's eyes narrowed as he studied the footage on the screen. The scene at the club was chaotic, blood and ashes everywhere, but it was the sheer precision of the attacks that caught his attention

Y/N: Vampires?

Alfred: Indeed, Master Y/N. The man responsible, according to the witness reports, was efficient...deadly. Whoever he is, he's not just an ordinary vigilante

Y/N: I need to find this guy, figure out who he is and what he's doing in my city. If he's hunting vampires, then we need to know why and how deep this goes...

Alfred: I'll continue monitoring the situation from here. If this individual is as formidable as he seems, it would be wise to proceed with caution...

Y/N suited up, the Bat-suit feeling heavier than usual as he prepared to head into the city. He didn't know who this mysterious vampire hunter was, but he was determined to find out. If vampires were real, and someone was out there hunting them, Y/N needed to get answers before things spiraled out of control

Y/N: Let's do this...

As Y/N sped through the dark streets of New York in the Batmobile, the city's lights flashing past in a blur, he tried to focus on the mission ahead. But the voice in his head, the one that had been growing louder and more insistent, wouldn't let him have a moment's peace

Batman: Looks like we're not the only Bat Men in this city.

Y/N clenched his jaw, forcing himself to focus on the road ahead. The voice had been a constant presence lately, an unwelcome passenger in his mind, always there to challenge and provoke him.

Y/N: Shut up...

The words were almost a whisper, but they carried the weight of his frustration. The Bat-suit felt tighter around his chest as if the very persona of Batman was constricting him

Batman: Oh, come on, Y/N. You can't deny it...this guy, whoever he is, he's playing our game. Maybe even better than us. Don't you want to know who you're up against?

Y/N shook his head, trying to push the voice away

Y/N: This isn't a game. It never was...

But deep down, Y/N couldn't ignore the curiosity gnawing at him. Who was this man who hunted vampires in the night, who operated with such lethal precision?

As he arrived near the club, he activated his detective vision, with any anomalies or traces standing out in bright contrast. The UV filter immediately picked up traces of blood, leading a faint trail away from the club's entrance. But beyond that, there was nothing. No unusual heat signatures, no hidden threats.

Or so it seemed...

Y/N felt a shiver run down his spine, that instinctual sense of danger that had saved his life countless times before. He turned, narrowing his eyes as he scanned the alley. Out of the shadows, three figures emerged, their movements almost too smooth, too coordinated. As they stepped into the faint light, their faces became visible. Pale and sharp fangs that caught the light

Vampires...

Y/N shifted his stance, readying himself for whatever was about to come. He had faced many things in his life, but this was new, something different. These weren't the usual thugs or supervillains he was used to dealing with. These were creatures of the night, predators who saw him as prey

Vampire 1: Fresh meat...

Vampire 2: You think he's one of us too?

Vampire 3: Can he turn into a Bat?

The vampires spread out, circling him like wolves closing in on their prey. Their eyes glinted with hunger, fangs bared in predatory grins. The Bat-suit was equipped for many scenarios, but Y/N could tell he would need to adapt

One of the vampires lunged at him with supernatural speed, but Y/N was quicker. He sidestepped the attack, bringing his elbow down on the creature's back with a powerful strike

Another vampire charged from behind, and Y/N spun around, throwing a Batarang from his utility belt. He threw it with precision, the sharp edges cutting through the air before sticking itself to the vampire's chest. However, the device did no damage whatsoever

Y/N fought fiercely, but the vampires' speed and strength were overwhelming. Each time he landed a blow, they seemed to recover almost instantly, their wounds regenerating quickly

One vampire managed to get close enough to swipe at Y/N, scratching his armor with their razor-sharp claws

As he struggled to fend them off, another vampire grabbed him from behind, pinning his arms to his sides. The third vampire moved in, ready to sink their fangs into Y/N's neck. Y/N squirms, trying to break free, but with no success

Just when it seemed like there was no way out, a ray of sunlight broke through the alleyway, weak but strong enough to make the vampires recoil.

As the sunlight touched their skin, they screamed in pain, their flesh sizzling and smoking. The vampire holding Y/N released him, stumbling backward in a desperate attempt to escape the light. The other two vampires turned and ran into the shadows, their once fearsome demeanor now replaced by panic.

Y/N dropped to his knees, catching his breath as he watched them retreat. The sun had saved him, but he knew this encounter had only scratched the surface of a much deeper threat. With a heavy sigh, he stood to his feet, realizing that the city had a new kind of threat... one that he wasn't fully prepared for