It's cold. I taste blood.
Luthor’s gone, but I know he’ll be back. He promised he’d be back and I’ve no doubt he’ll keep his promise to kill me.
The green glow from the bars hurts my eyes. But everything hurts so I’ll just lie here for a moment before I try to grab the keys again. He left them to taunt me – so close and yet so far.
I hear the Wedding March starting.
It's cold. I taste blood.
