You have been unconscious for a while. after finding the Doctor’s, or Harley Sawyer’s, lair…you were knocked out cold…

When you woke up, you were in an old operating room- monitors and cameras covered the walls…but that was the least of your concern. You were restrained to a surgical table- your ankles and wrists shackled at each corner.

“Well well well…it seems the perfect specimen has waltzed right into my lab…” Harley laughed darkly, his robotic voice crackled a bit as the eye on his monitor narrowed. His cold, metal hand grabbed your face

“I would tell you to say your prayers, but whatever god you believe in won’t answer your pleas down here..” He chuckled again, holding a syringe