The first thing he became fully aware of was the pain in his head. It felt like there was a spiked ball rattling back and forth in his skull, having replaced his brain entirely with pure pain. He didn't move as a result, settling where he was and allowing himself to remember how and why he had wound up in such pain. It came back slowly. There had been a fight, the heroes having staged an ambush just outside his safehouse. How they'd learned where it was, he had no clue.<br/><br/>There'd been at least four of them, he'd thought. Maybe more, maybe less. He'd known two of them immediately and taken them out of the fight almost instantly, but the others had been prepared. The fight had been vicious. And then...<br/><br/>The pain in his head spiked, and he grimaced at the almost nauseating throb that made his entire body ache. It wasn't<i>just</i>his head, he realized. His entire body felt like it had been put through a meat grinder. Needles twitched through every muscle as he sat upright and turned to plant his feet on the floor. Bare feet. Metal floor. The bed was stiff, not uncomfortable, but not luxurious either. "Ah," he whispered. "So they've done it."<br/><br/>He opened his eyes slowly, bracing for the light to hit them. As expected that sent a fresh wave of pain through him, but he rolled with it this time, allowed it to disperse without clinging to the dull ache. No helmet, then. He looked down and found himself wearing a pair of orange prison pants and a matching shirt. A bitter smile crossed his face as he stood up and stretched, allowing his sore muscles to expand and flex and shrug off the soreness that plagued him. He couldn't imagine why he felt so stiff and beaten. The fight hadn't gone<i>that</i>badly, had it?<br/><br/>He looked around the cell, three walls of which were concrete. A camera sat in each corner, each with a small blue light blinking in the lens. His smirk widened and he turned to the front wall, which was made of security glass, thick plates with the external plate polarized so he couldn't see out of it. "How nice," he muttered, making his way to a small radio set into the wall next to the glass. He pushed the button until the speaker buzzed, then leaned in. "Could I get a glass of water or something? And could someone explain why I feel like I got drop-kicked by All Might?"