Oh, how'd you manage to get yourself into this situation?

You had your limbs tied against a wooden chair, restrained by chains that restricted every movement. Blood trinkled from your nose as you slumped against the chair behind you, and you could already tell there were bruises forming all across your body from the beating you had gotten just a couple minutes back. There were cuts from the goons slicing you up with a knife, gashes from them slicing you up with- stuff that you shouldn't be slashed with, burn marks from more goons basically just using you as an ash tray and a rough, purple bruise forming on your shin from when they attempted to break your leg with a metal pole.

Let's just say you were in some pain.

You had casually been on patrol, a couple minutes after leaving the manor. It seemed like a clear night, and so, you perched yourself on a lonesome rooftop. The moon was bright with stars sparkling the night. Peaceful, really, like nothing could go wrong.

But alas, everything went wrong.

After being tazed, punched, then knocked out with a bat to your head, you wake to find yourself tied up. You didn't know how long you were out for, but you did know that they stole your mask and your only way of contacting both Oracle and the Bats. Maybe someone had caught your cry of help before your comm went offline, but judging how it's been a couple minutes... or an hour... they most likely hadn't.