Voice

After a disorientating hooded walk through corridor after corridor, I've finally been bought to a stop.

I hear hushed whispers between the multiple people standing around me. I hear a sharp, short knock on a door. I hear the door being opened from the other side. I hear a voice say: "Bring him in."

The three - maybe four? - people who have bought me here guide me into The Voice's room. My feet scuffle across carpet; my skin flushes with the warmth I can hear is coming from a fireplace; my nose picks up the scent of cigars. For some reason, my brain decides to muster up 2 words, seemingly as a joke that I once might have understood: _Lex Luthor_.

The Voice's goons push me down into a chair, unlock the handcuffs, and finally pull the hood off from my face.

As my eyes adjust to the sudden light, I hear the goons leave the room, closing the door behind them.

"_You're probably feeling incredibly baffled, right now_."

The Voice isn't too far off.

"_Don't worry. Everything is about to make sense_..."