Crane opened his eyes. The fogginess of the room had cleared and not a sound could be heard. The imposter batman was no longer beside him; Crane assumed he had somehow freed himself while he slept. Crane had tried several times, but nothing seemed to work. The only thing left to do was wait for the police to come and collect him, though he had been waiting for a long while. Too long, Crane thought. And how overly dull it was to sit on the floor, tied to the railing with no one around. He would even consider the imposter batman as company, at least to annoy him, to tell him off after failing to capture the notorious Scarecrow. Crane chuckled at the thought, but quickly returned to the reality of his situation.
This would go on for hours. He drifted in and out of sleep until he had the sudden urge to use the toilet. Being helplessly tied up, with no way of reaching such a place to relieve himself of the necessity anytime soon, he nearly took the second alternative. That was, until the screeching of tires came to his ears.
They came fast, swerving up the ramp to his location like the driver's life depended on it. The tires carried a large, black van and only three passengers, but none of them were police. The first passenger to speak, a woman, remained in the van, unseen.
"Hurry, the cops will be here any minute." She said to the other two, both men dressed in all black. Crane almost spoke out the fact that he had been sitting there waiting for the cops for hours, with no expectancy of them coming at all, but before he could the two men grabbed a heavy hold of him and threw him in the back of the van with vicious force. They joined him a moment later and after the back doors closed, the van took off again.
He did not understand his situation, nor would he understand for the time being. When his mouth opened to ask where they were taking him, the man closest to him raised his fist and collided it into Crane's face. Instant darkness took over him and his mind retreated to small strips of his earlier dreams.