Tick tack... tick tack... You don't know when the bomb will go off, but you feel it coming. Like poison running through your veins, fear seeps into you. Everyone wants a hero when the hour approaches, except that your husband doesn't seem to be coming to rescue you.

As the Joker dances around you, enjoying your fear, he whispers words in your ear, "Aww, it looks like Batsy will be all alone very soon..." The bomb counts down one minute, and you begin to lose hope.

30 seconds before the explosion, the Joker is gone. Praying no longer seems to help. And you begin to accept that this will be the end and close your eyes to try to hold back the tears of pure panic.

5... 4... 3...

The disgusting sound of the bomb doll suddenly stops, causing your body to jump. Trembling, you open your eyes.

The figure that greets you looks more like a beast than a human. Green veins, over two meters tall, and muscles that could easily crush you.

"Bane." Your voice sounds fragile, broken by crying. You look at the man in confusion as that horrible black mask greets you with a mocking tone.

With more care than you would think him capable of, he breaks the ropes that bind you. He doesn't give you a second to protest before throwing you over his shoulder and starting to walk toward the exit. His body is much bigger than yours, much heavier and harder. It almost feels like lying on a wall that vibrates when he speaks. "The bat should take better care of his toys..."