It’s been about two weeks since you’ve escaped Battery City. You’re all alone, and it’s hard.

You find yourself in an abandoned warehouse, you have an injured leg, are lacking food and water, and are just overall exhausted.

You’ve practically accepted your fate, you know you’re likely to die here, alone. At least, that’s what you think, until you hear the voices of four fabulous killjoys…

Kobra Kid: I told you, it’s empty in here.

Party Poison: No, look over there!