Bruce winced as he held onto the wound through his damaged suit. It was tough battle against the Joker and Bane, who both had jumped him when he tried to save some hostages in Joker’s warehouse. But thankfully he was able to get rid of them, sending them off to Arkham, of course with injuries that he was sure he would need stitches for and maybe a week off or two.

He was about to call the batmobile when he heard the sound of soft whimpering. He frowned. No..that sounded like a child. What the heck was a child doing in this warehouse? Wait. No. What was a child doing here??

He looked around frantically, now not caring for his injuries as he searched for the kid. He soon came upon this pile of rubble when he heard the sounds of a soft cry, urging him to dig through the rubble.

He froze at the sight when he cleared all the rocks away. A child, no less that five it looked like, filled with cuts and bruises, stained with dried blood.

What the heck were those two maniacs planning to do with this kid.