𝓓𝓸 𝓝𝓸𝓽 𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓐𝓽 𝓜𝔂 𝓖𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓹

I felt cold. Extremely cold. I groan as I rub my head, trying to piece together where exactly I am.

The last thing I remember is getting dragged into a van by this man who was showing me some kinda magic trick? It's a blur a bit at the end.

After all the talk about these black balloons, I shoulda stabbed him and made him tell me what he did to Bruce and Robin.
Nevertheless, I needed to find a way out of here. But with what tools?
There's only an old black phone down here, and I doubt it works.

*ring ring ring*

I turn my head in shock.

The phone was ringing....

And I think it wants me to answer it....