Brody awoke.
Slightly discombobulated.
It was dark, where he was.
The air was dense.
He tried sitting up, but he was confined to a small space.
He felt all around him, realizing it was dirt.
He kicked his feet, wondering if he was buried alive, but there was plenty of leg room.
He reached in front of him to the space that seemed to go no forever.
Brody began to crawl forward, hoping he wouldn't reach a dead end.
Behind him, the dirt crackled.
Someone was there.
He couldn't see them, but he knew it was coming for him.
He crouched to all fours.
His back pressed against the ceiling.
He scurried forward, hoping to find a way out.
The object behind him was closing in.
No matter how fast he crawled, it seemed to gain immense speed.
Brody hit a wall, realizing his path had changed.
Feeling along the dirt wall, he realized he was in some sort of tunnel.
He continued to outrun his captor until he heard his name.
Brody! A girl cried out.
But Brody couldn't recognize it.
He contemplated defeat, until Bruce's face flooded his mind.
Brody continued crawling.
In a sea of black, he could make out some light, the size of a pin, ahead of him.
Rejoicing, he clung his nails into the dirt, pulling himself along the tunnel.
It seemed to be getting smaller and smaller.
He began to feel like Alice in Wonderland as the narrow space became less of an option.
Brody crawled until his body wouldn't fit, a mere foot from the light.
He began to claw at the dirt around him, hoping to loosen up the gravel.
It started to work.
But Brody knew it was too late.
A hand grabbed his foot, pulling him back into the tunnel.
His Body was stuck.
Brody clung to the walls.
The hand turned in to an arm, that took hold of his shirt.
The arm belonged to Kylie Jenner, who made herself visible to Brody by shining a flashlight on herself.
Brody suddenly remembered, the accident.
Kylie, Brody admitted.
She nodded, helping him weasel out of his gravely grave.
I'll explain everything, she told him, but first, you have to follow me.
So he did.
It seemed like hours to Brody as he followed her back the way they had come.
The only comfort being her flashlight that she used sparingly.
Kylie, led him out of the narrow space, and into a run down cave.
There, were bottles of water and a small table with play chairs, occupied by dolls.
A tea set, sat on the table, covered in soot.
Christmas lights twinkled, as Brody re-hydrated.
What's this all about? He asked.
But Kylie was too busy writing in a hard covered notebook.
After a few minutes, she handed him the book.
He flipped through, noticing each page dedicated to a member of the family.
A picture of each of them, clipped to the appropriate file.
He read his file.
Where did you get this? Brody asked, flipping to the next file.
Kylie tapped at her temple, before downing some water.
I don't understand. Why did you bring me here? Brody questioned.
Because it's the only place he can't hear my thoughts, Kylie responded.
Brody flipped to a sketch of The Riddler, done by Kylie.
There was no information, only the word REVENGE written sharply.
He held it up to her.
Friend of yours? He asked.
Used to be, she jested.
I'm going to be frank with you Brody, Kylie snapped.
We've been marked. I need you, and any others still alive, she explained.
Others? Brody questioned.
Kylie tapped at the notebook with files on the families.
Brody paced before sitting stumped on a tiny play chair.
You're just a kid, he remarked.
That was along time ago, Kylie retorted, shutting down.
In, or out? she snorted with an ultimatum.
I can't do this without Brody, the boy wonder, she told him, holding up a sketch of Brody as a superhero.
I don't understand, Brody screamed at her.
You will, she said with trepidation.
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