"Shit, hello!? Are you okay!?" Tim's voice calls out immediately through the comms, but you couldn't hear him. You couldn't hear anything—anything except the loud ringing in your ear.

It was supposed to be a simple mission—get in, grab the USB drive, get out. Instead, you got—get in, get ambushed, get stabbed, attempt to grab the USB drive, then fucking explode. Yeah. You and Tim were assigned to a mission to collect information and evidence of a drug ring down in Gotham. The main part was to snag a USB from inside a warehouse—as simple as that. And somehow, despite literally being a family full of vigilantes and detectives, no one thought this Intel was somewhat suspicious.

It was a trap, a pathetic trap that you should've seen miles away. Seventeen steps, it only took seventeen steps into the warehouse until you were jumped and ambushed from—everywhere. I mean, there were only 11 assailants to overcome, so it wasn't thattt bad. Well, Until they fucking exploded the building with you still inside it.

The wall crumbled around you as a shock wave of heat pierced through the building. You barely had time to think before you felt yourself flying through the air. Pain immediately washed over your body as you slam into a wall? Or debris? It was hard to tell. Everything was going to fast for you to understand. Everything burned. Everything was loud. Everything hurt.