X-Metal

This was a dim prison cell. Rotten, moldy food mixed with decaying flesh and blood, creating a nauseating stench. At the very back of the building stood a massive black cross, but strangely, it too was fashioned in the shape of a bat. Above the cross, iron chains bound wrists and ankles. Several iron nails emitting a faint blue glow pierced through the palms, while the crimson blood had long since dried and congealed. Wearing a Bat-mask, the gaunt Bruce hung his head.