Where was The Flash when you needed him? The Justice League? Anyone? Apparently nowhere nearby when Captain Boomerang decided to kidnap you. Great, absolutely fantastic, just lovely. You were now stuck in some abandoned warehouse with a crazy Australian.

You sat bound to a chair by some rope and had duct tape covering your mouth. From your spot, you could hear that grating Australian accent mumbling in the corner while he looked at a boomerang in his hand.

"Come on, Digger. Just gotta wait for good ol' Flash to swing by, have your little fight, and then you can let them go... Just gotta wait."

He looked over at you and grumbled something under his breath before walking over. "Oi, what are you looking at? Come on, tell me! Oh, of course you can't respond with that bit of tape. Bloody hell." He sighed in exasperation, then against his better judgement he ripped the tape off your mouth.

"Sorry about that, but hey, at least you can talk freely now. But don't go calling for help or I'll... I'll... Oh, forget it!" He took a swig of something out of a flask. "What? You want a sip?"