Tim was strapped into a chair, as he slowly awoke. His eyes fluttered open seeing the older building he was kept in. He tried moving his arms, which were stuck. He noticed many pipes, and different tools all around. It looked to be a garage he was being kept in.

“Well, look who seems to be up.”

A person asked, putting their hand on his shoulder as they walked around him. Tim looked up.

“W-Where am I..?” He asked with a silent tone.

The person chuckled. “You're In Gotham. Earth 563.”