Batman looked at the building in front of him. The League, and himself were called in on reports of experimentation on meta-humans. Batman hoped that the reports were false, and that someone had gotten their information wrong.

Batman was hiding, waiting for the rest of the league, when a sudden flash of bright blue light appeared in his line of sight. Shielding his eyes didn't help. It was like the light was inside his mind. The blue light dimmed and vanished completely. Batman opened his eyes, and they widened. He was no longer in the desert, in front of the large factory. He was on a beach, the ocean stretching out in front of him. A cool breeze blew the smell of the salt all over Batman. The breeze felt cool on his bare chest.

Batman's eyes widened again. He looked down and saw that he was not in costume. He was not Batman, but Bruce Wayne. He was wearing black swimming trucks, and was sitting in a beach chair, a umbrella above him, and a drink beside him in the sand. Bruce went to stand up, and headed up the beach, looking around. Something was off about this place, and Bruce was going to find out what that was.

A little ways up the beach, Bruce saw a woman sitting on a rock. He cautiously walked up to her. "Excuse me Ma'am." He started. The woman turned to him, and tilted her head. She had black hair, and tanned skinned, probably of Native American ancestry. Her dark brown eyes lit up. She started to whisper something. She looked scared. "What is it?" Bruce asked, straining to listen.

"You are in danger Batman." She finally said loud enough to be heard. "You are in danger Batman. You are in danger Batman." She repeated. "Not much time. He won't let me talk to you. He wants me back. He wants me back." She was defiantly scared of something, probably 'him'.

"Who?" Bruce asked.

"He doesn't like you. He wants me back. I have to go back. I don't want to. Help me Batman, please help me. You are in danger Batman. You have to wake up. Wake up slowly. Don't let him know. Don't alert him." The woman vanished. Bruce looked around. He felt his cape move with him. Looking, he saw he was back in costume. Things went blurry, and Batman closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened his eyes again, he was hanging from the ceiling by chains around his wrists. Heading the warnings from the woman in his dream, he made no sound, and did not move more than his eyes. From what little he could see, he was in a lab of some sort. He was still in costume, so maybe whoever had captured him didn't know who he really was. It was a big hope, but Batman had been through worse without people taking his mask off. Bad guy must like the mystery the mask gives their enemy. Civilians, not so much. It was usually them who tried to take his mask off.

Batman moved his head a little to bet a better view of the room. Big machines, and tube surrounded him. Defiantly some kind of lab. Batman just hoped he didn't find any meta-humans in the tube once he got them uncovered. Batman quickly closed his eyes when he heard a door open to his right. Peaking out, he saw a man in a lab coat walk up to him.

"Not much to look at. What do you think sweetheart?" The man said. "What did you do to him? Normally they wake up as soon as you tell them to." The man had slicked back brown hair, and green eyes. He was pale, meaning he probably spent more time in his lab than he did outside of it. He was wearing khakis, and a blue button down shirt, no tie. His lab coat was spotless, and smelled of bleach.

No answer followed the man's questions, but that didn't seem to bother him in the least. He just continued to stare at Batman. "Oh well. If he doesn't wake up soon, you're in trouble sweetheart. You don't want me mad." The man turned toward one of the computers. Batman thought about what the woman had said, and then about what the man had just said. Was this the 'he' she had been taking about? The one she was so afraid of? Batman thought he heard a whimper. He could have been his imagination, but what if it wasn't? Could it be the girl in his head again, trying to trick him. Probably not.

After some more thought, Batman raised his head. The man turned around. "Finally awake. Looks like my sweetheart won't be in trouble after all. Hello Batman." The man smiled. Very professional.

"Who are you?" Batman asked.

"I am Dr. Micheal Jacobs. It's an honor to meet you Batman, but I'm afraid you were about to get in my way. I know why you're here Batman, and I can't let you stop me. I'm so close to the finish line, and nothing is going to get in my way." Jacobs said.

This man was crazy. "What exactly are you doing Dr. Jacobs?" Batman asked.

"You already know the answer to that question. Why else would you be here?" Jacobs said. "But I'm glad you came. Now I can run some real tests. I was hoping for someone stronger, but you'll do just fine."

Batman narrowed his eyes, and glared. Jacobs turned back towards the computer. "I want you to meet someone. My sweetheart." Jacobs pressed a few buttons, and the sound of air escaping was followed by the cover of one of the tubes sliding down. A young girl was floating in the tube, her eyes closed, as if she were asleep. A closer looked, Batman saw it was the girl in his dream. Worry closed in. Was she the enemy, or an ally?

"Meet Dreamscape. My greatest creation." Jacobs said, awe of himself, in his voice.

Batman's eyes widened. Jacobs was experimenting on people. The question is, was this girl human, or just a test tube creation?