Re: Thus Wanders Zatanna
The sensors within Bruce's suit automatically detected a toxin in the area and thin metal plates instantly slid across Bruces mouth and nose to prevent him from breathing it in. His mask began to provide him oxygen. He breathed it in slowly but steadily, not wanting to have to waste the supply in case he needed it in a more dire circumstance. One could never be too careful or prepared. His Timiti training in Tamil Nadu was going to come in handy now. Control your breathing, Bruce, ignore the pain.
He needed to act quickly before this escilated further. Vicki was clearly out of her mind and a grotesque death filled with an ironic laughing facade was at hand. There seemed to be only one way to stop it until he could get her to the hospital and to an antidote. Moving his fingers to his utility belt and dispensing an syringe filled with a powerful sedative, Bruce spared no time in adjusting his stregnth while he plunged it into her neck. She was sure to have a painful bruise when she awoke. The next part was going to be far more difficult; managing to find a way out while carrying Vicki with one useless arm. Luckily Joker seemed to have disappeared again. For now it was a convenience but that uaually meant the Joker was only up to something else... the calm before the storm.
Finally, he spotted the chute at the ceiling that would lead the way out, so similar to the way he got in. Another D-Cell grapple was in order. He leaned against the wall and took hardly a moments rest to examine the best place to latch on as he shot the grapple and hooked to his belt and preparing to pick up the sleeping reporter. His head shot up with a start. Were those the sound of high heels? Who could possibly be approaching?