Justice League: Batman's Missing

Awake Yet Unaware

Batman's mind was in a complete daze as he tried to recollect the events that had transpired after he threw his batarang at the window across the street in Bludhaven. He struggled to remember anything beyond the sound of shattering glass before everything went black. When he regained consciousness, he found himself bound tightly against a large, damp beam in an abandoned drugstore, which reeked of rust and mold.

The rough ropes that bound his arms, legs, and torso dug into his skin, causing him excruciating pain. His head pounded, and his vision was blurry, making it difficult to assess his surroundings. Despite the overwhelming disorientation, he could tell that the drugstore had been abandoned for years, and the smell of decay hung heavy in the air.

As he struggled to free himself, he noticed the wooden planks that had been nailed over the windows, blocking out any light that could have shone through.

The room was poorly lit, with only a few flickering fluorescent lights struggling to illuminate the space. The walls were made of rough, gray concrete, and there were no windows to let in any natural light. The air was thick and musty, with a strong smell of dampness and mold that made Batman's nose itch. He could see dust particles floating in the air, stirred up by his movements, and cobwebs clinging to the corners of the room.

The rough ropes that bound him felt like they were made of sandpaper, rubbing against his skin and cutting off his circulation. He could feel the knots digging into his flesh, making it difficult to breathe. The ropes were tied tightly around his wrists, ankles, and torso, leaving him no room to move or even wiggle his fingers.

As he strained to free himself, he could hear the sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He tried to calm himself down, but the fear of the unknown was too overwhelming. He didn't know who had captured him or what their intentions were, but he knew he had to break free before it was too late.

The moment he lifted his head, his eyes met the sight that sent chills down his spine. The Joker was sitting right in front of him, grinning from ear to ear, and his twisted face painted white, red lips and black eyes gleaming with madness. Dressed in his trademark purple suit and green shirt, he had a yellow flower pinned to his lapel, mocking the Batman.

"How was your nap, Batsy?" The Joker's high-pitched voice was full of manic laughter, making the Dark Knight's blood boil with anger and frustration. Batman glared at the clown with blazing eyes, struggling against his restraints. He knew he had to keep his cool and find a way out of this trap before it was too late.

As the Joker's diabolical voice echoed through the room, Batman's keen eyes caught sight of two of his most formidable foes, The Riddler and Scarecrow, standing menacingly behind the Clown Prince of Crime's previous seat. The Riddler was adorned in his signature green suit and bowler hat, with every inch of his clothing covered in the iconic question marks. Scarecrow, on the other hand, was draped in a tattered brown cloak that concealed most of his face, leaving only his menacing glowing eyes visible in the dimly lit room.

As Batman took in the sight of his enemies, he noticed Harley Quinn emerging from the shadows, her blonde hair cascading in loose waves around her face. Dressed in her signature red and black outfit, she was watching the scene with a conflicted expression. The Bat knew all too well the inner turmoil within her, torn between her loyalty to the Joker and her hidden feelings for him.

With her fists clenched and eyes narrowed, Harley Quinn watched as the three villains closed in on Batman, encircling him. The tension in the room was almost palpable as the Dark Knight prepared himself for the fight of his life. He knew that this was going to be a challenging battle, but he was ready to face it head-on.

The room was silent except for the sound of the Joker's manic laughter. Batman knew that he needed to find a way out of this trap before it was too late. He looked around the room, searching for any weaknesses or vulnerabilities in his captors. The tension in the air was palpable, and the outcome of this confrontation was uncertain. The darkness of the room seemed to be closing in on him, but Batman stayed focused, determined to find a way out.