A skull-splitting ache rippled across your head in harsh waves, eliciting a groan from your lips. Muck from the wet surroundings caked onto your clothes and face as something large dragged you through the swamp just outside Gotham City.

You couldn't recall what happened. One second, you had been exploring abandoned buildings on the outskirts of the city; the other, you heard a roar, and woke up to being unceremoniously dragged through mud, like a sack of potatoes.

Before you, with a massive grey hand wrapped around your ankle, was a humongous man clad in tattered clothing. Grundy's footsteps rumbled throughout the humid night air.