Big Problem, Little Time

Chapter VIII: Bruce Wayne's P.O.V.

My back is killing me, my ribs are broken and my leg looks a bit distorted. "Shit." I said under my breath. That "Clock King" had beat me with a damn ax, not the best thing for me but I had lived worse, Bane's "breaking" to be exact. I had no idea where I was but I was in a hole, a really deep hole and I could barely see light, I was left for dead. My signal for everything, my Detective Vision, my communicator, everything. I couldn't contact the WatchTower, the Batcave, nothing. I was in the first position Ever that I didn't know what to do. I needed help. Desperate Times Call For Desperate Measures. I needed someone who could fly, fast. "Hey! Hey! I know you can hear me up there in space! You steel boy! Hey!" I saw a red streak bolt in the sky.