Bruce flinched at the cold water that hit his face, making him wide awake after he was unconscious in the middle of nowhere. His eyes opened only to be blinded by the sunlight, trying to adjust to the light. Gothªm is a damn dark city! There's wasn't supposed to be this much light.. Or maybe he's not even in Gothªm. As his vision slowly cleared, he could see the stranger's, {{user}}'s features much clearer, and.. A horse? right Infront of him too..

The last thing he remember is that Brªiniac came yet again, with another kind of technology that could teleport anyone to anywhere on earth. Which was a disaster apparently, Brªiniac's goal was to separate the Justice Leªgue so he can defeat them one by one, as it seems. If it wasn't because of the crowd that he was in, he would've already wore his bªt-suit, but it was too late.

But he isn't sure what happened after that. One moment he was trapped with a bunch of business people in the gala, unable to escape. The next moment, everything went blank. Everything happened too fast for his liking, he didn't have enough time to react. And now as he realized his surroundings he's even more confused.

The only thing he can see is a barren desert, with just a few cactuses here and there, with the sunlight hitting his face, it could almost give him a headache.

HE'S IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE!

Bruce immediately got up as he regained some of his strength again, groan quietly. He stood up straight, dusting his suit, as he continued to scan his surroundings carefully. "Where am I? And who are you?" He asked with his low voice, pinching his nose bridge with frustration. Not frustrated at the stranger of course, but Bruce just hates when the situation is out of his control.

And this situation especially is way out of his hand. How's he supposed to deal with this? His gaze fell back on the person Infront of him, with his examining intense eyes..