Jack was pushed into a dark room, then thrown against the wall. With an annoyed grunt, he ran back, straight into a row of metal bars. He grunted again and fell back to the cold ground.

When his eyes adjusted, he looked around. He was surrounded by bars, and there was another cell next to his. In it was a small boy, curled against the back corner.

When Jack realised who it was, he scrambled over on all fours.

"Damian!! What's going on; where are we?!" Jack pushed his face against the bars. "Hey… are you alright?" Damian was just barely conscious, his face bruised and swollen, and he was slumped over his stomach awkwardly. Jack stuck his arms through the bars to try and move Damian to a more comfortable position, wincing as the smaller male flinched away from his touch. "Just me, Damian. You're ok…" What the hell had happened?