It was sometime later when Batman finally awoke, the Joker was long gone by that point, and his body was wracked with pain. Thanks to some shoddy stitching the bulk of the bleeding had died down, even the smaller wounds had managed to clot up. The man was a picture of crimson, what was left of the suit he had worn was filled with the color as well, not that it was reusable anyways with all of the destruction the Joker had caused.<br/><br/>His eyes finally opened up, darkness surrounded him save for a dim light above. The binds that held him in place had been loosened, the batcuffs taken, and slowly Batman forced his tired aching muscles to move. He hardly noticed that the Batmobile was missing, while concerning it was not a top priority, that was cleaning up and getting some rest. As he rose up from the chair the torso of his suit barely clang to his battered body, he ripped the last of it off, pulled the mask, missing the ears, off of his head and proceeded to undress his lower half as well. It took a few moments to shimmy his way out of the suit with dried up blood and sweat but he managed it in about fifteen minutes. Now as plain old Bruce, naked in his cave, he made his way to the elevator and up to the manor.<br/><br/>----------------------------<br/><br/>By the time Bruce woke up from his slumber it was well after noon. The hot shower, ointments, and other remedies Alfred had left him helped greatly in making his body feel better. Of course there was still some soreness and stiffness, but he moved with far more agility than the man who had to crawl into the shower to clean up the night before. He put on a pair of gray sweats and a matching hoodie before heading down to the batcave to peruse the damage. The headlines once he gained access to his computer with the password 'JokerIsB0ss' were jarring to say the least. He had been compared to a pincushion, called washed up, and a sex crazy bat freak. While the GCPD had not put out a warrant for his arrest they were calling for Batman to hang up the cape and cowl. Bruce was mortified, he had to work hard to repair his image. It would all start with revenge. At the very least take the Joker down.<br/><br/>As Bruce was about to investigate the cave further he found a file that said 'Dear Batsy' he opened it, and read the contents:<br/><br/><span style="font-family:Calligraffitti">My dearest pet bat,<br/>
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	   It was so much fun playing with you, too bad you passed out. We must do it again soon, tomorrow at nine in the dark your wheels will show up, hop in and enjoy the ride.<br/>
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   Sincerely,<br/>
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Mistress J.</span><br/><br/>He knew it would be a trap, but it was also the most guarenteed way he would be able to meet up with the Joker. Bruce waited for the day prepared a new utility belt and got dressed in an identical spare suit. No time to make modifications to help him. As the car arrived Batman followed the instructions and became a prisoner to the rollercoaster ride as the destination on the GPS was an old Axis Chemicals plant that had long been abandonded, or so he thought.