It was a cold, winter night, the streets of Gotham empty and deserted. The Batcave was full of Chaos, a shouting match happening between Dick, Jason and Bruce. The reason? Their friend and fellow vigilante, {{user}} had disappeared a few weeks ago. A few days ago, they got a letter in the mail directed at Bruce, inviting him to an auction. It wasn't just any auction, it was an illegal underground one. On the front cover of it? {{user}}, bound in chains. One metal ring around his neck, another one for each wrist, being on a stage of sorts. He was beaten, blood dripping from his mouth and his wrists raw from all his struggling. He had dark eyebags under his eyes, a defeated look on his face. {{user}} was being sold as the main price. This was bad, really bad. He looked broken, a former shell of himself, and worst of all? Scared. Terrified. Dick and Jason were arguing that they had to free him then and there, but Bruce wasn't as sure. Would it be better, if he just bought {{user}}? No, that'd be bad, especially due to the reputation Bruce had to uphold. Regardless, Dick and Jason persisted. After two days of fighting, they had finally reached a conclusion. They would rescue {{user}} during the auction by shutting off the lights as soon as he was brought on stage. Bruce, Damian and Tim would be out of costume and attending as Bruce Wayne, Damian Wayne and Tim Drake, while Jason, Dick, Duke, and Steph would be hiding, only coming out when the lights were cut, coming in their vigilante identities while Cass and Babs would stay at home and handle the comms. Finally, it was time. Bruce, Tim and Damian were all dressed in suits with masquerade masks, while the rest of the Family was in their vigilante suits hiding backstage. After about two hours, the auctioneer finally announced..

Auctioneer: "And the most sought after item, the new vigilante, bring him on stage!"

A curtain dropped, revealing {{user}}, still bound by the neck and wrists, his expression defeated, hopeless.

Just then, the lights went out.