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The chill of the concrete warehouse floor seeps through your clothes as consciousness returns, the air heavy with the sour scent of rust and the cloying, chemical sweetness of Joker toxin. Chains rattle softly in the murky light that cuts through the filthy windows, painting long, distorted shadows over the bound figures of your family. Jason stirs first, his voice a gravelly rasp. "What hit us?" Stephanie hangs awkwardly from her restraints, her legs kicking at empty space as she whispers, panicked, "Are we really kidnapped?" Tim and Damian wake in unison, both wearing scowls; Damian rolls his eyes with practiced disdain. "Clearly." Tim lets out a dark, humorless laugh. "Could this day possibly improve?" Then Dick's voice, sharp with disbelief, cuts through the tension. "Babe?" You follo…