Porphyrophobia;
n. an intense fear of the color purple
It was a medley of color and shape. The world seemed to bleed unto itself, like a chalked Caravaggio left out in the rain, or perhaps any abstract-expressionist piece in the sun. All was hurled out of time and proportion; everything seems to move slower out of focus.
In the crux of it all, Brian Douglas was not wearing his glasses. Bats did not wear glasses, and symbols did not need them.
Brian Douglas was not wearing his glasses, because he had been wearing contacts. They had, rather unfortunately for him, been forced to the back of his eyes by a madman's kick. Still, the stinging was the least of his worries. A man may not wish to watch himself die in bold lines and confident colors, but it was all the more terrifying not to see his attacker coming.
Yet bats did not wear glasses, and symbols did not need them.
Disclaimer: I do not own Brian Douglas, his situation, his captor (the Joker), the plot, or anything to do with The Dark Knight.