p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"After an action-packed night of cathartic release upon the scum of Gotham alongside Nightwing, Jason was keen to go home and crash in his king size bed with a beautiful girl beside him. He'd been headed toward that goal when he was delayed. It was difficult for the large man to conceal his presence, so Red Hood was ready when he approached. It was the man's compatriot he wasn't prepared for. The quiet man seemed to approach out of nowhere and drew him into a fight. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His quarry with the thin assailant, distracted his attention from the larger, slower man who seemed to hold no interest in fighting, until that man grabbed him. Tree trunk arms encircled his body, leaving his feet dangling uselessly above the ground and squeezing the air from his lungs. Yet every gasp drew in halothane from the cloth across his face. He shortly lost is squabble with consciousness. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His arousal was sharp with the sting of cold air biting at his bare skin. The next thing to register was the pain, an unbearable, muscle exhausting ache in his shoulders, and as he tried to shift his arms to relieve the numbness, thick stiff bands scratched at his wrists wearing the skin raw and leaving it throbbing. He couldn't lower his arms to relieve them. His foggy brain was slowly turning cogs into place, putting together some semblance of understanding for the niggling alarm in the impending background thoughts. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, noting the scents; hospital disinfectant. The taste on is tongue is clinical and chemical. So his eyelids flutter as opals strive to grasp wakefulness. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"The flooding light strikes right through to his brain the minute his eyelids lift and he quickly closes them again with a growl. Adjustment takes time and slowly he's able to expose his eyes to the blinding assault and clear them enough to see past the intense beams of fluorescence. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"The lights, he discovers, are amplified by the crisp white of the walls, reflecting the bulb's emissions to the centre of the room like sheet blinding from a page on a sunny day. The only break in this white sheet is a window; one he can't see out of, but would bet his life that he can be seen through. Which draws his attention back to his predicament. /span/p
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p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His eyes hang down to see his skin exposed only his black trunks remaining clung to his flesh. Looking up, his eyes roll over the ropes tied tightly around his wrists and the chains hanging him from ceiling. Like a storm rocking the shore, the consternation in his subconscious overwhelms his brain. He is being detained. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His quarry with the thin assailant, distracted his attention from the larger, slower man who seemed to hold no interest in fighting, until that man grabbed him. Tree trunk arms encircled his body, leaving his feet dangling uselessly above the ground and squeezing the air from his lungs. Yet every gasp drew in halothane from the cloth across his face. He shortly lost is squabble with consciousness. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His arousal was sharp with the sting of cold air biting at his bare skin. The next thing to register was the pain, an unbearable, muscle exhausting ache in his shoulders, and as he tried to shift his arms to relieve the numbness, thick stiff bands scratched at his wrists wearing the skin raw and leaving it throbbing. He couldn't lower his arms to relieve them. His foggy brain was slowly turning cogs into place, putting together some semblance of understanding for the niggling alarm in the impending background thoughts. He inhaled deeply through his nostrils, noting the scents; hospital disinfectant. The taste on is tongue is clinical and chemical. So his eyelids flutter as opals strive to grasp wakefulness. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"The flooding light strikes right through to his brain the minute his eyelids lift and he quickly closes them again with a growl. Adjustment takes time and slowly he's able to expose his eyes to the blinding assault and clear them enough to see past the intense beams of fluorescence. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"The lights, he discovers, are amplified by the crisp white of the walls, reflecting the bulb's emissions to the centre of the room like sheet blinding from a page on a sunny day. The only break in this white sheet is a window; one he can't see out of, but would bet his life that he can be seen through. Which draws his attention back to his predicament. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU" /span/p
p class="MsoNormal"span lang="EN-AU"His eyes hang down to see his skin exposed only his black trunks remaining clung to his flesh. Looking up, his eyes roll over the ropes tied tightly around his wrists and the chains hanging him from ceiling. Like a storm rocking the shore, the consternation in his subconscious overwhelms his brain. He is being detained. /span/p