This is my new one-shot, comments appreciated.
I'm on a writer's block with Last Hero... it'll be up soon... i think... just... read this instead.
To wake up confused, was not surprising. I was often woken up confused, but usually made assessment of the situation very quickly-- captured por Joker, being held for ransom, in the infirmary because a villain (namely Chelsea) had shot me, or broken a limb, or ruptured something and made me internally bleed. But this, this was very strange. I was in a room full of mirrors, literally, made of mirrors. There were five mirrors surrounding me, no visible...
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