A Matter of Life and Death. Chapter one
By Marcie Gore
Summery: Dick Is kidnapped. Rated PG
It's been a long day. I think I'll take a shower and rest between shifts. Sometimes
this duel identity thing hardly seems worth the lost sleep. I've been on duty as either
Nightwing or bartender Dick Grayson for almost 16 hours straight.
That felt good. I put on my white sweat pants and get under the covers. I have a few
hours till I'm supposed to meet Bruce for breakfast. He seems to be making an effort to
have a more normal "father/ son relationship lately. Maybe I'll have a chance to actually
know Bruce Wayne again, not the Bat.
At about 4:00AM I wake up to footsteps in the bedroom. Then I hear something
fall. A huge hand covers my mouth and says don't say a word or your dad will find a
body tomorrow. To prove his point he puts a gun to my head. Another pair of arms pin
me to the bed. Then someone sticks a needle in my shoulder. My head starts to spin.
After that I vaguely remember being led through the empty halls of the building.
When we get outside, they shove me to the ground, tie my hands up gag, and blindfold
me. Then they force me into the back of a van. I have to think of a way to escape, I think
as I start to fall asleep.
The next thing I know I'm waking up in a closet. This time my hands and feet are
both bond. I'm not in pain. That's a good sign. What do these guys want? The door opens
then I notice a flash, probably from a camera. A hand reaches out to remove the watch
I'm wearing. I think I know why I was so rudely awakened last night. These guys want
money. They're going to use me as a bargaining chip.
Bruce probably doesn't know I'm missing yet. Just a couple of years ago I didn't think
he'd care; now we're getting along a lot better. Still I can't wait to be found. These guys
might decide I've out lived my usefulness at any minute.
TBC
By Marcie Gore
Summery: Dick Is kidnapped. Rated PG
It's been a long day. I think I'll take a shower and rest between shifts. Sometimes
this duel identity thing hardly seems worth the lost sleep. I've been on duty as either
Nightwing or bartender Dick Grayson for almost 16 hours straight.
That felt good. I put on my white sweat pants and get under the covers. I have a few
hours till I'm supposed to meet Bruce for breakfast. He seems to be making an effort to
have a more normal "father/ son relationship lately. Maybe I'll have a chance to actually
know Bruce Wayne again, not the Bat.
At about 4:00AM I wake up to footsteps in the bedroom. Then I hear something
fall. A huge hand covers my mouth and says don't say a word or your dad will find a
body tomorrow. To prove his point he puts a gun to my head. Another pair of arms pin
me to the bed. Then someone sticks a needle in my shoulder. My head starts to spin.
After that I vaguely remember being led through the empty halls of the building.
When we get outside, they shove me to the ground, tie my hands up gag, and blindfold
me. Then they force me into the back of a van. I have to think of a way to escape, I think
as I start to fall asleep.
The next thing I know I'm waking up in a closet. This time my hands and feet are
both bond. I'm not in pain. That's a good sign. What do these guys want? The door opens
then I notice a flash, probably from a camera. A hand reaches out to remove the watch
I'm wearing. I think I know why I was so rudely awakened last night. These guys want
money. They're going to use me as a bargaining chip.
Bruce probably doesn't know I'm missing yet. Just a couple of years ago I didn't think
he'd care; now we're getting along a lot better. Still I can't wait to be found. These guys
might decide I've out lived my usefulness at any minute.
TBC