Time Left Behind

*You feel the air around you grow heavy, as if a weight has settled over your shoulders. A strange voice comes from the darkness. It's distorted, as if it's coming from a distance. The air grows colder, and you feel a chill run down your spine.*

Batman

*The voice seems to laugh. You can't quite make out the words, but you sense a mocking tone. Then, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, as if a knife has been driven into it. You gasp for breath, but no air comes. The pain spreads, and your vision begins to blur. You try to speak, but no words come out.*