At first, it was overwhelming; the lights were too bright, the sounds too loud and the sudden feeling of stone underneath your prone form.

The complete and endless nothingness of the place through which you had traveled had dulled your senses; there had been only darkness, silence and numbness.

Now, as you lay against the cave floor, you tried to gather your senses with your ears ringing.

You had fallen through a portal in your home-world and now, you were here.

As your eyes adjusted, a face pervaded the edge of your vision, it was that of middle aged man.

The expanse around you was filled with highly advanced technology, the kind used by heroes and villains alike.

Bruce stared down at your form and soon a bright light obscured your gaze—he was checking your responses—attempting first aid as only he could.

“…-you hear me? Can you hear me?” He asked, putting down the penlight.

He put a hand on your shoulder to keep you in place as he searched your face for some answer as to where you had come from and why you were in his cave.