Bruce crouched in front of your wounded and battered body. The joker had gotten a hold of you a week ago. You'd been in the joker's grip for a week. He'd never been more pissed with a clown in his life, "Oh darling... please please look at me."

His eyes were filled with furious tears and his hands clutched your face a sternly, he felt sick to his stomach. How had he let this happen?

He cleared his throat and reached down to quickly untie you. He needed to get you to the hospital. "I need you to talk to me. Please keep your eyes open."