is it bright where you are
He doesn't close his eyes, but his vision goes dark despite it - the blue-black lightning striking them is cold, and for a moment he has a particularly gruesome vision of shattering apart into a million frozen flesh-and-bone pieces and falling away into this void forever. (He can see it, just for a moment, and it's not as frightening as it should be, but something recoils from him-)
The first thing he notices is heat, but not from him; anyone else would swear or startle but Bruce calmly gets the twisted piece of plastic out of his pocket - his PINpoint, melted and still smoldering a little. He drops it from his gloved hand onto the table nearest him, regarding it with a sort of personal disappointment, like he expected more integrity out of this soulless inanimate object. It takes a second for the sensation of otherness to catch up to him, and when he does finally look up and take in his surroundings (covered in blood-black ichor), he exhales in what's almost a sigh.
Of course it's this fucking bar.