Bruce's eyes blinked slowly. His blue eyes adjusted to the dim lighting that engulfed the room around him. He could barely see where he was, but he knew it wasn't anywhere good. He tried to move, but his limbs were bound by something supernatural. Out of the world. It reminded him of Diana's Lasso of Truth.

He had been working on uncovering the secret of the supposed Court of Owls. Like everyone else in Gotham, Bruce believed them to be an urban legend. A notorious group of rich elites in a secret society where they wore owl masks and trained insane assassins called Talons. Now that he found himself hostage after having at least fifty Talons swarm Wayne Manor, he could now confirm that the legend was true.

But the Talon had not took his head yet.

"This is what we've resorted to?" Bruce grumbled under his breath while he looked around. It had to be a labyrinth of sorts.