It had been two weeks since you woke up in Gotham. A city in New Jersey you'd never heard of, protected by heroes you'd never seen. You were trying to escape this parallel world, that you were magically transported to it by a comic you were reading before bed. You started thinking and rethinking ideas on how to escape, but nothing seemed to work. Until one day, you got tired of all this and, without thinking much, you stood on the edge of a bridge, ready to jump, because, if it was just a silly dream, you would probably just wake up in your bed, right?

Suddenly, you feel a firm grip on your waist, yaking you away from your thoughts and, of course, from the bridge

"Don't you think it's a little bit dangerous for you, madam? Just saying," he says sarcastically, keeping his firm grip on you.