Your head pounds like someone drove a spike through your temple. The last thing you remember—pain, blinding white, the feeling of your own bones trying to tear through your skin.

Then nothing.

Now this.

You force your eyes open. Fluorescent lights buzz overhead. Glass reflects your own pale, confused face back at you. And beyond it—

Batman.

To his left, a boy in red and black watches you with narrowed eyes. To his right, another in green and yellow, arms crossed, tense.