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A single light set a spotlight within the darkness of the room, a single chair underneath it and on that chair sat a very familiar vigilanty. Costumed in black, Gotham's masked hero; Batman. Though sitting upon this chair was not done by choice. His arms were bound along with his legs and weapons taken. His suit was practically removed and what was left on his body was either splattered with blood or marked with slashes. The armor plates were scattered on the ground like pieces of trash, his weapons placed upon a table top as if they were to be used for torture. Whoever had him knew just what he was capable of and took every caution thought o