Prologue
He'd never felt pain like this before. Everything hurt. He could barely move his legs, and his arms had stopped working properly a long time ago. He knew even if he did get out of this, he couldn't run, couldn't fight.
He'd run himself ragged. What had he been doing? He couldn't remember. It was getting too hard to think. He'd never before felt so empty.
His last calorie of food, well, he'd burnt that at least 2 days ago. He'd lost his already-small fat layer twelve hours ago. He'd passed out around then, as his rapid metabolism had started in on atrophying his muscles and eating his stomach wall.
Where was everyone? Surly they'd be looking for him by now. How could it be taking them so long?
Uncle Barry…Robin…Kaldur…Artemis…M'gann…Supey…Roy…Zatanna… Where are you?