You're Trapped!

Your head throbbed from the aftereffects of having a shock to your systems, and you opened your eyes to see that you were strapped to a table, completely restrained by razor wires. Any place you can move: wrists, fingers, elbows, ankles, knees, neck, etc., they were all held down so you couldn't move them more than your captor would allow. You tested that, though, by slowly lifting your knee. You quickly found out that it wasn't a bluff as you hardly got it of the table's surface before it gently cut into the skin. "Ahh!" you hissed.

Then in came a figure you couldn't recognize: a tall, muscular man with shiny black armor: encasing his entire torso from his pelvis to the top of his head, his gloves covering up to half of his forearms, and his knee-high boots with big kneepads of some kind attached. On his forehead were three perfectly round, light grey circles connected by thin, black lines to make a "V" shape. His skin seemed to be made out of grey stone, and though his face was widened some, his eyes looked like...

"Don't try to move so much," he said in a gravely, strong voice. "I, mostly, need you alive to continue one's work." When this buff mastermind, by the looks of him came in, he walked Luthor in by holding his wrists and tossed him to the ground. "Self-proclaimed genius couldn't even predict this outcome," he sneered at him. Then he threw Mercy in there with you men. "And now, you love birds have all the time in the world, and a one-captive audience." He closed the door before him and locked it with a key before throwing it under the door across from you.

Uh-oh...