The wind rustled through my hair and made me feel alive. I sighed deeply as I listened to the people chanting, their words seeming to push my soul upwards.
"Rise,rise,rise..." They chanted over and over again until their voices were all I heard; all I felt. Until the need to get out of this pit and crawl to safety consumed me. Until my back didn't hurt. All the way until I felt my hand grip the last rock, my arms pulling me up to safety and heir cries fading. The hot sun beat against my skin, but it didn't matter. I was free, at long last the blue sky surrounded me. I kicked the rope down into the pit where the chants still echoed towards me and cheers pushed me onwards. It was time to save Gotham.