Batman: The plane has landed but it appears to be a stopover. Confirms my suspicion that we're headed to the Middle East and the heart of their operations. My body is free of that mysterious material, but they've kept it on my head for obvious reasons. It blocks all things sensory and doesn't allow me to talk. All I can tell is that I'm now caged with others that have been caught in their trap. They're the women that are being trafficked. I reckon they're placing me with them never expecting to encounter me. They seem calm from the little I can sense, but oddly, so do I. The material, it is something unique. Seems to be affecting the psyche. It's created a need...even an addiction. Stripped from the body, my skin is almost yearning for that nourishment. It's overriding the thought to escape and distracting me from doing so. Whoever they are, my intel was right...they are powerful.
Voice: Place that one in the box. Yeah, the Bat. Don't worry, you won't get any resistance. He'll be as calm as a kitten. Won't you Bats.
Batman: ......
Voice: Oh, that's right, you can't talk. Helpless little Batman. Can't wait until we land so I can see how you turned out and what that priceless reaction will be.
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