The Return of Crow-Man, Part 1

Sam was lying on his back while the rest of his body ached all over. His head was also hurting to the point that it took several precious seconds for conscious thought to return to him.

“Yow…” he groaned.

Despite the ringing in his ears, he could hear the screams of pain and indignation from those villains who’d been swept in the same kinetic explosion that had knocked him down.

“Where… am I?”

He turned his head left and then right to discover that he’d fallen into a wide, circular space that seemed like the kind of administrative wing one might see inside a government building after a catastrophe; cracked stone walls and a ruined parquet floor littered with broken furniture and debris from the ginormous hole he’d created in the ceiling.

Sam struggled to his knees. “Where is—”