Barbara awoke moments later to find herself bound to a chair. The Riddler was now sitting up ramrod straight in bed. Daka was putting away his zombie generator, his foul task apparently completed.
"Do not worry, pretty lady," he gloated to the hapless Barbara. "Mr. Wayne will be receiving an unprecedented amount of medical attention. So sorry that we cannot stay - you may have this room to yourself. Please make yourself comfortable."
Daka picked up a microphone and spoke into it. "Riddler! Pick Mistah Wayne up by the shoulders and follow me!"
Barbara could only watch helplessly as the robot-like Riddler obediently rose from his bed and hauled Bruce Wayne out of the room. Blondy Jo waved to Barbara as the group departed. "Naghty-naght!"
Bruce Wayne slowly regained his senses. He too found himself tied up, only in this case, to a bizarre metal contraption. The towering device contained numerous skeletal arms, all ending in scalpels, and he was lying at it's epicenter.
"Ah, you are awake," Daka said, standing over him. "Good. They become angry when you reserve an ampitheater and do not put it to use...although no one is likely to be checking at one a.m."
"What'cha gonna do to 'im, Docter?" Blondy Jo asked with glee.
Daka seemed to savor his words. "In my homeland, every medical student knows by heart the details of the surgery upon Ashiro Motsumi. Mr. Motsumi was given a kidney transplant, a bone marrow transfusion, an appendectomy, and treated for a hangnail, all in a single sitting. It was the most complex medical procedure ever undertaken, and established a record for the amount of yen awarded in a single insurance claim. Since my days as an intern, it has been my life's ambition to surpass that record, blazing my name forever in the annals of medical history! Tonight, Mr. Wayne, you will assist me in reaching that goal by serving as my patient in the most bizarre – and needless - series of operations ever undertaken. There is no need for you to worry, of course. In order for this record to be of any value, history must show that you survived the operations – for at least several hours."
Daka's finger traced the edge of several scalpels. "You see now before you the most powerful engine of surgery ever known to man or cattle. This device can perform eight different surgeries simultaneously. Regrettably, the complexity of this procedure precludes the use of anesthesia. However, I am sure a man of medicine such as yourself would not want to miss the opportunity to witness such an all-encompassing agendum."
He threw a switch, activating the monstrous device. It groaned and jerked to life.
Daka spoke into the microphone. "Mistah Riddler, we will be departing now."
As Daka and Blondy Jo exited with the zombified Riddler, Bruce struggled futilely amidst a frenzy of thrashing metal appendages.
"This Is A Tense And Tragic Moment!
Never In Bruce Wayne's Life Has The Situation Been So Dramatic!
What Will Happen Now To Bruce As Robin, 90 Miles Away In The Batcoper, Is Unaware Of This Latest And Serious Development?
And What Is To Become Of Robin And Batgirl? Will They Too Fall Victim To The Murderous Designs Of Doctor Daka?
The Fate Of The Planet Hangs By The Frailest Of Threads!
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