A/N Howdy! This is my second Batman fic, and my first time actually going in depth with the characters, so please excuse any inaccuracy!
DISCLAIMER : I don't own Batman or any of its characters.
The darkness surrounded him like a cold blanket. Even when his eyes were open, it was just as dark as when he closed his eyes.
It didn't take him long to notice that his hands were bound above his head, and his feet couldn't touch the floor. Judging by the throbbing pain in his shoulders, he'd estimated he'd been hangning for a little more than 2 hours. The pain in his lower back was near unbearable, and breathing had become laboured and painful.
He clasped his hands together, and tried to hoist himself up. but his ankles were being held down by weights he couldn't feel before. He let himself fall, and cursed under his breath.
"I don't know who you are, or why you're doing this, but I assure you'll come to regret it. So please, spare me the antics, and release me at once."
He warned.
There was a broken cackle from what sounded like an intercom, and a light chuckle erupted from the shadows surrounding him.
"Oh, poor little bird, caught in my trap. I'm afraid you're here to stay."
Damian struggled against the chains restraining him, but it was to no avail.
He tried to focus on the voice, calling to memory all those he had faced before, but this one was new.
Cursing again, Damain Wayne turned his head from side to side; there had to be some form of light somehwhere. But there wasn't. He refused to give up now, he'd be damned if Greyson had to get him out of this.
Out.
He couldn't even remember how he got in. The last thing he remembered was...was...was it patrol with Batman? Was is breakfast with Pennyworth? His memories and their timelines didn't make sense. Nothing made sense.
"Reveal yourself!", Damian barked.
Another deep chuckle.
"All in due time, little Robin, all in due time."
"This doesn't make sense, Alfie, he never misses patrol. He's usually ready to go before I am.."
Dick's voice echoed off the walls of Wayne Manor, his words drenched in concern.
"Come to think of it," Alfred remarked, "I don't think I've seen Master Damian all morning."
"See?", Dick shot back, "It doesn't make sense."
The last time Dick remembered seeing Damian was the night before, after patrol. He hadn't even come down for breakfast earlier that morning, but Dick had just assumed he had gone out for early training.
However now, it was rolling around time for evening patrol, and Damian was nowhere to be found.
Dick opened his mouth to speak, but was cut off by a shrill ringing in his pocket. A ringing he'd hoped he would never have to hear. He reached in and pulled out a small compact, a yellow light flashing in the corner.
Alfred looked up at Dick, confusion etched in his old face.
"It's Robin's distress signal."
The pair of men sprung into action, and darted down the emmaculate halls of the Manor.
It didn't take them long to get to the Batcave, Dick of course got there before Alfred, and immediatley ran towards his hanging cowl.
However, he didn't make it in time, before a deafining static filled the cave, startling the bats hanging above.
The snowy white haze broke out across all the screens in the cave, and an all too familiar face made its way through the noise before settling.
It felt like someone had kicked Dick in the stomach, fear and dread rippling through him.
"Scarecrow."
A/N Dunn Dunn DUNNN! Haha :P What do you think? I'm excited, I have so much planned for this fic, and feedback is always welcome!