Okay, someone knows what they're doing. Windup toys aren't too out there when dealing with Jokerz, though these ones must be smart to consider it. It was all a little too well done for some reason, though he couldn't exactly trust his impressions given the state he was in.
The picks in his gloves won't be of use here, because there really was no wiggle room at the wrists to use. But if they were keeping him like this then it was likely for bait. Now, to open his eyes just slightly, hopefully not enough to attract attention at all, and figure out how many Jokerz were here.
Thomas feels his stomach sink instantly.
One.
And...not a Jokerz. The Joker.
Wasn't the man supposed to be dead? Either an excellent imitation or he wasn't so dead after all. Or...perhaps it was fear gas. This did qualify for a fear scenario, and every Robin after Jason had the shadow of his death looming over them, reminding them that death was a very real possibility. Not just death, but failure. And the Joker was the face of that fear. Thomas had had this fear gas induced nightmare before...but never had it felt so real. What if it was real? But surely not if the man was dead...
No no, he couldn't trust his mind here, he had no idea what he'd been dosed with. Wait and see, stay calm, control your heart rate and wait. If this was real then Maria would come, and then he could draw attention to himself and distract the...Joker.
Let this not be real.
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