Bruce struggles against the straitjacket. He isn't crazy; he can't believe they brought him to Arkham, sedated him, and put him in this stupid straitjacket, although they didn't take away his suit and mask, which gives him a false sense of security.

The nurses carry him down the long, white corridors of Arkham. Bruce, still sedated and a little dizzy, struggles to remember how he got here.

The night had started normally. Around 3 a.m., he put on his suit and began patrolling. Gordon alerted him that something was being planned at Arkham, and after investigating for a couple of hours... He's here. He can't remember how; his mind is foggy, his body feels weak, and even with all his discipline and willpower, he can barely stay awake.

When the nurses put him in one of the cells, Bruce is left alone, staring into space for God knows how long. He barely notices the figure watching him from behind the reinforced glass of his cell.

But when he looked up, he saw you there. You were staring at him, wearing your psychiatrist's clothes and a tablet on your arm. His mind automatically tried to figure out who you were; he had never seen you before. You weren't one of Arkham's doctors... But you were dressed like a doctor and you seemed... too sane to be faking it.