Thanks to the heroics of Superman, Batman was indeed recovering in the Watchtower medical bay. He'd been slightly exploded and exposed to freezing cold vacuum, but he'd live.
Bruce himself had been having vivid dreams. Something about being a Green Lantern in space and fighting a strange alien version of the Joker as infected by Parallax...
No. Wait. That was wrong.
Adrenaline flooded him as he remembered what had actually happened and his eyes snapped open. He was still alive. This time. His relief was quickly replaced by irritation as he realized he wasn't feeling any pain. That coupled with the rather hallucinogenic dreams probably meant he was on rather strong painkillers. Dammit. He hated having his mind blunted. It also made it hard to tell how injured he was.
He closed his eyes again, using a meditation technique to try to reconnect with his body.