Splash. Due to my superior detective skills I noticed that the water was cold.
“If you are going to splash a guest can’t you at least warm up the water a little?” I spluttered. I was dripping, I was miffed, I was in a dark room sitting in a metal chair behind a metal table surrounded by metal walls. The only source of light in the room was the lamp on the table.
Did I miss something while I was unconscious?
Shaking my head to clear away the water was the best I could do at the moment because my hands and feet were cuffed to the chair. It was as if whoever had captured me thought I wasdangerousor something.
“Listen boy. Your life may depend on it” said the dim figure of a man.
“What is your name?” said the voice conversationally.
“Umm my mother told me not to talk to strangers.” I replied.
“WHAT IS YOUR NAME?” came the reply. It was more of a growl now… I wouldn’t have been able to understand it if the man hadn’t already asked the question.
“My name is Cole. Andyoumust be Batman.”
A face appeared in the light and when I recognized who it was I tried to lean away from it, succeeding only in tipping over my chair.
It was Hutchins.
I displayed my superior power of wit by replying,
“Me.” Hutchins confirmed. “But who is Me? Consider your answer carefully. It could determine the length of your future.”
Swallowing hard, I did the reasonable thing and considered my answer. What can I say? His argument was… persuasive.
“You are… Hutchins?”
A small sigh of satisfaction sounded from Hutchins. Footsteps sounded and his feet appeared next to my head. A small grunt of effort, and then I felt the chair, and myself, being lifted back to an upright position. I began bracing myself for the next chunk of intense conversation.
Five minutes later I was still bracing.
That’s when it became obvious that Hutchins was no longer in the room.