Damian was thrown into an empty cell, something he was glad about because that meant he had some free time to think without anyone questioning why he wasn't completely disturbed and traumatized at being thrown into a cell on an island after being stuffed in a shipping crate for 2 days. Actually, he was wondering that himself but it saved him a lot of confusion to just not question it.
He had gotten up, and went to start pacing in the relatively small cell until he almost fell over had he not grabbed the wall before hitting the ground.
He growled and looked down, before seeing the ankle wound that he had discovered, and forgotten about, earlier. The cloth tie that had been stopping the bleeding now had red seeping through it, and that was the moment when Damian realized that his injury was going to get one nasty infection that would render him unable to fight unless he got the bandage changed, and hopefully get the wound sterilized with rubbing alcohol. Though, regular alcohol would work too.
He hissed, and sat down on the small, uncomfortable metal cot that he was provided with. He looked at his ankle wound, before gently removing the torn part of his cape that he had used as a cloth. It hurt like hell, there was no doubt about that, but Damian had other things to deal than the seating pain in his ankle.
He tore a piece of his jeans of, which was oddly hard for such a non-durable material. Damian wished he had some sort of liquid that would disinfect his wound, bit you win some and you lose some, and he win a make-shift bandage, no so much a disinfectant.
Wrapping it up he couldn't help but hiss a little, and that was when he realized that it was going to be a nightmare to try and escape. Yay him.
Just as he was finishing, and just placing his injured foot on the concrete ground, someone else was thrown in with him.
What great luck that Damian was having! Just a peachy, regular day with the sun shining and waffles all around! Yeah, like such things existed.
Looking up, and fully prepared to tell off and glare at, his new cell mate, Damian made a shocking recovery.
His new cellmate, was Jon Kent, the new Superboy and half-Kryptonion.
Jon didn't appear to have any injuries, but that's to be expected since he was, after all, Superman's son.
"What are you doing here?!" Damian whisper-shouted once the guard that had thrown Jon in the cell was long gone.
"The team and I hadn't heard from you, and we tracked you here?" Jon replied, grinning with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"This is a child trafficking ring! Why are you smiling?" Damian asked, his tone cold and unforgiving, like a storm on a winter's night.
Jon looked mildly dejected, bit brushed it off and kept talking, "-And we thought it would be awesome if we came on a rescue mission!"
Slowly, the smile on Jon's face disappeared, "But we didn't know we would be caught..."
"-Tt- You're an idiot sometimes, Kent." Damian retorted, crossing his arms and just sat, thinking of how the hell he was going to get both him and Skylar, as well as what he guessed was his entire team, out. Hooray for him. Not.
Meanwhile, Skylar was examining her new cell mate.
She had fiery red hair, and freckles, but she was battered and bruised, so Skylar didn't really know hear to make of the ginger.
So, she decided to just be blunt about it. "And you are?"
The ginger grinned, which wasn't exactly how you were supposed to react to being kidnapped and thrown in a cell with a stranger, but then again, something seemed off about the red head anyway.
"Iris West, but you can call me Irey!" The red head introduced, holding her hand out for Skylar to shake.
She did, begrudgingly though. "Skylar Elliot."
The latter seemed excited, once again unusual, so right when Skylar was about to pull away from shaking the hand of the person that had been shaking her hand to long, she was surprised when the latter super sped to the small metal cot.
"Wait, what?" Skylar asked, trying not to look gob smacked, and failing.
"Oops?" Irey said questioningly, making a guilty face, "I'm not supposed to do that with people around...But now that you know, I'm Impulse!"
Skylar didn't know why, because she usually liked not many people knowing her identity, but she had a gut feeling that she should trust Irey, and her gut was never wrong, "Well, then, nice to formally meet you, Impulse. I'm Lady Knight."
Irey's jaw dropped. "The Lady Knight? Oh my gosh I've heard all about you! But aren't you a villain...?"
"No. Yes. Maybe. Whoever pays more." Skylar shrugged, before wincing and looking down at her shoulder.
She went to reach up and touch it, but when she moved her hand to do that thing, a fiery pain erupted on her wrist and made her hiss in pain.
"Right. Dislocated shoulder and broken wrist. Ouch." She muttered, walking back towards the wall and pressing the head against the cinderblock.
"Why are you here? I didn't think it was possible to kidnap someone like you!" Irey asked curiously, cocking her head to the side and tapping her foot at near light speed. Oh, that was going to get annoying, Skylar knew that for sure.
"I'm here, because I chose to be," Skylar gave Irey a pointed look, "A...And acquaintance of mine had the brilliant idea to find out more about this new threat."
As an afterthought, and a curious look from Irey, Skylar added, "Wait...it was my brilliant idea to come here...Man, I am an IDIOT at times..."
Irey, apparently thinking that since Skylar explained why she was there, that Irey had to justify her reasons as well, explained, "I'm here because one of my friends and teammates, Robin, hadn't been reporting in a while so we tracked him here! Though, getting captured was NOT on the mission agenda..."
"When is it ever?" Skylar sighed, gingerly going to face palm before wincing and remembering that both her wrist and shoulder would disagree with that.
Basically, her injuries not only rendered her left arm useless, they also restricted her chances of survival, which were already at an all-time low. "And, also, Wayne is a twat. He's on the other side of the building, I think, I heard from one of the guards they were keeping all the guy prisoners there."
"Escaping is going to be really, really, hard..." Irey muttered, trying to brush dust off of her violet shirt, though that was a hopeless cause considering that there was mud marking it as close to a camouflage.
"Well obviously!" Skylar snapped, going back to laying her head on the wall, and clasped her hands together gently as to not hurt her wrist. (that was becoming harder and harder. Skylar finally realized how much she depended on her left wrist.)
"You have any other uhh...teammates that are here?" Skylar asked curiously, barely even glancing at her hyperactive cell mate, instead she chose to close her eyes and just comprehend all that's been going on recently.
"Well, of course! There's Superboy, Raven, Abuse-" Irey started listing off before Skylar interrupted her.
"Who the hell names a hero 'Abuse'?"
"Don't know. Ask him." Irey didn't even look slightly agitated that Skylar had interrupted, which was rare. "Anyway, there's Superboy, Abuse, me, Raven, Nightstar, Commander, and Arrowette, and of course Robin!"
"And you all got captured?" Skylar raised an eyebrow at that, finally opening her eyes and looking at the speedster in question.
"Maybe?" Irey answered, shrugging her shoulders with a questioning tone of voice, "We had all split up in groups to find Dami. Jon, err, Superboy, was with me and then we got captured. I can't say the same for the rest of my friends."
Putting up a thumbs up, mockingly of course, Skylar muttered sarcastically; "Great team tactics you got there. Maybe next you can all just take turns jumping off a cliff!"
Irey cocked her head sideways, cluelessly, and was about to say something when a guard shouted, something Skylar was not in the mood for given her current predicament.
"Lights out!" It's not like they have a light switch for the dim, flickering plastic light that threatened to fall any second. Nonetheless, the light went out, and Irey took the liberty to fall asleep on the small metal cot, so Skylar decided that she would just sleep where she was sitting, and hope to gods that she didn't roll over onto her left side when she was getting the very minimal amount of sleep she knew she would inevitably get.
The last thought Skylar had before she drifted off to her nightmare land, was that at least she had back up.