You had been a prisoner for the League of Assassin's for too long now. You had hoped that someone was coming, that maybe Batman or anyone could have discovered that you'd gone missing, but there was nothing. It was hard not to lose hope.

"Are you quite finishing moping, detective?" Ra's voice echoed through the cell, and you feel yourself miserablely turn away and ignore him. You don't need to look at him to see he's smirking.

"Now, come on," he purrs. "There's no need to be childish."