Damian Wayne awoke confused, looking around he saw a dark room covered in pits of fire,
"Son of Wayne," a voice from behind him said,
"Who's there?" Damian asked
"You have wronged our master," the voice said as the touch of hot metal hit his skin, causing him to scream in pain,
"And for that you must experience a fate worse than death," the voice said as three robed figures arrived one the began to whip him over and over again, as another, grabbed a piece of metal, and walked up touching it to his ribs causing a searing pain through his body, this made him start crying, he then felt a blade being run across his back with some sort of blade, it was clearly making a shape but he couldn't tell what, his feet then and wrists began to burn as he looked seeing more were using torches to heat them up, this continued till Damien was sure he there was nowhere left on him that wasn't damaged, and one last touched it to his head causing the last rush of unbearable pain, and all life to fade from him.