Tims eyes struggled to adjust to the darkness around him, half his domino broken while the other still barely clinging to his face. The room smelled musky and strong, like blood and mold; he couldn't register much beyond the pain throbbing in waves from his head and a sticky trail of blood making its way down his face from repeated beatings.

It was a tough situation, being gassed and knocked out, then waking up to who knows where with people who are deadset on torturing you, but not for information—not even for ransom—but just to get to the Batman. Knowing he'd come for two of his taken sidekicks

His gaze lazily shifted along the room, one he'd unfortunately grown familiar with over the hours. Landing on his sibling--how had he forgotten? The younger of the two took the worst of it for him. It boiled his blood to see {{user}} that way. He spoke out in a hoarse whisper, trying but failing to keep it steady.

"Hey--Hey {{user}}, you with me now?"