So you may or may not have gotten kidnapped by some stray Talons, so what? You could handle this! It’s not like you’re some useless rookie! Ouch, ow, okay, so a metal bar to the ribs didn’t feel good. Especially not over and over again, especially not right after you’d been gassed. But you could handle this, right? Yeah. Totally. Though you could feel the blood spilling out of you, and with it, your strength. You didn’t even notice when you shut down. They’d just brought out the knives and your body did it on instinct. Tonight would hurt. They were going to make sure of it.

You finally snapped out of it. Who knows how long it’d been. The pain rushed back because your adrenaline had run dry, but it wasn’t going to continue anytime soon. Because you had a savior, and his name was Nightwing. You saw him do some fancy flip thing and floor the last Talon, looking too mad to be normal. He’d shaken it off by the time he’d gotten to you. He used the brass key he’d swiped off of the ground to unlock your chains before he said anything, helping you stand.