DAY 1
Eyes flutter as the dream-like veil begins to lift and she stirs awake. Dust particles float upon rays of stale sunlight, creating a surreal atmosphere. Mind still foggy, she struggles to remember where she is, how she got here. Her body feels nothing at all. Numb.
Perhaps this is all a dream…
Something catches her eye. A glimmer of light belonging to something or someone just out of view dancing in her peripheral vision. The light becomes brighter, threatening to burn her retinas as she is powerless to shield herself from its white heat. Am I dead? She struggles to open her eyes any more than they already are in her drowsy state, but is overcome by the haze.
…No… Not a dream...
A man leans down towards her and adjusts the mask around her mouth. The fog thickens and it becomes unbearably difficult to stay awake. He smells nice... I think... Like musk and antiseptic. She tries to move, to reach out to him, but her body won't comply. It feels like floating. Like watching herself from a distance. She wants to cry out, to shake herself awake, but can't find the strength. Her lips move, but she doesn't recognize the voice. It sounds tired and weak.
"Bruce..." Selina slurs, her voice barely a whisper.
The man glares down at her in disapproval of the uttered word. His red hair shining brightly in the stark white light like a blazing inferno. Is this the ring of Hell I was promised awaited all thieves and sinners like myself? Inhaling deeply, she closes her eyes once more, just as the glimmer of light bounces off the scalpel's edge. The dream envelopes her like a warm cocoon and she drifts off to drug-induced sleep.
…This is a nightmare...