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[yuppie_mephisto]

Without any warning, there's suddenly a man splayed out on the carpet in the lobby. He's pantsless, shirt ripped open, hands tied together with a zip tie -- and we should mention the fact that his chest, stomach and legs are covered with nicotine patches. His eyes barely force themselves open.

"... Ngh?"

Why is the room spinning, he wonders, and

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[goddamnbat]

Here's Bruce giving him an odd, slightly disgruntled look. "Harvey? What the hell's going on?"

[yuppie_mephisto]

Nick does his best to try and focus on the man. He gives him a confused look, though it mostly looks like an I'm-about-pass-out look.

Help. His mouth forms the word but the sound doesn't come out.

[goddamnbat]

Well, he's talking to Bruce Wayne. Of course he's going to help. "Wait here." Let's disregard the fact that Nick can't move, but -- Bruce hurries off and finds a knife, then starts working at the zip tie. "Let's get this off, then we'll do something about the patches."

[yuppie_mephisto]

"Ugh."

Somewhere in the haze, Nick decides he can deal with the zip tie later. He wants the damn patches off, but even he can realize that there's nothing he can do except wait.