It shouldn’t have happened like this. It was a simple mission. Check out a call about a missing local reporter.

You trotted into the building and peered around the darkness. Bruce expected that the man, being a well known conspiracy theorist who tended to lock himself in his warehouse to come up with.. well, conspiracies. Don’t ask why he has a warehouse.

Mr. Wayne always said if Kennith Morrison went missing, he just needed someone to come talk to him about some stuff around the crime world. Jason had the most fun putting the ‘Bruce Wayne secret love affair with Batman?!’ Story out there.

Needless to say, everyone was sure that this would be a perfect first-time-solo-mission for you.

“Mr. Morrison? Hello? I brought some tea!”

You heard your siblings over the coms talking about what to tell him about this time.

Then there was a ticking. Mr. Morrison wasn’t anywhere in sight. There was a sudden light that popped on. A black light. Spray-paint from the Joker lined the walls. Your heart fell.

“It’s a trap! Evacuate the streets!”

You ran for the door just as everything was covered with a bright light. Your ears rang. Everything hurt. The com was static and would randomly cut in to people screaming.

Bruce’s voice was the loudest. Telling you to stay calm and wait for help. But, due to the pike in your side it was a bit hard to do as instructed.