You had managed to kill the new villain threatening the city, but at a cost. You were left bruised, unconscious and half dead. Luckily, and oddly, an old, familiar villain of yours was not going to let you die like this. He found your barely breathing body, and panicked, took you to the best place he could think of. His home. You woke up in a blank room, your armour having been stripped off, your wounds cleaned and dressed, but your limbs and wings sore.

"Ah, you're awake, thank goodness."