upon their departure from the seaside, the dragon and the lady, quite famished from having swum several leagues that morning, began hunting for a hearty meal. being opposed to the consumption of animal flesh, the pair were tantalized by mutual mind meanderings of legumes and root vegetables, but alas they could find neither. although they eventually foraged for truffles and were fully prepared to gorge themselves on the succulent green foliage nearby, the compañeros knew that without protein they would not be sustained for long, and plunged northward away from the sea to find more food.
after little success acquiring nutrition, the lady and the dragon ventured into a cave where they planned to spend the night. luckily neither feared the dark for they had only a small lump of paraffin for light. they heard bats chirping overhead as they explored the cave in the hopes of finding a comfortable wall to rest against.
just as they were settling in to the coziest spot - albeit dank and guano-soaked - a hulking, sinister-looking man stepped into view wearing what the lady and the dragon immediately recognized as the Wayne family crest. his face obscured by a black rubber mask, complete with pointy ears, the terribly tall figure brandished a shining silver sword. in a fury, he swung it at the dragon clipping tufts of the beast's luxuriant rust-colored locks as he brought the blade down.
"there is something out there in the darkness, something terrifying, something that will not stop until it gets revenge... me," (1) growled the man.