Batman landed with a crouch on top of the Gotham Museum. He peered through the ceiling window, looking for any movement. He then opened up the window and glided to the ground, landing in his signature stance.
He looked around, trying to spot any movement or out-of-line persons in the haze of the museum air. As he crept around, he kept tense, expecting any sudden ambush.
As he was walking around, he began to think to himself. Maybe I am a little over my head tonight. I should go back and get some rest. The more he began to walk around, the slower he became. He began to move around sluggishly, slower; his will starting to bend, his mind becoming sluggish, and his attentiveness began to slack.
Unbeknownst to him, the room's haze began to thicken, causing Batman's breathing to become slower and inhaling more. "That's it Batman, breathe it in now. Let my pheromones take you over..." a voice said.
Batman slowly worked his way around the room, unaware of what has been happening. He almost felt like someone was telling him to breathe.
Even though struggling, his will kept on fighting. "Wake up! It is a trap", or was it?
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