Prolog
It was a rainy night. The streets were deserted and the puddles were gathering on the streets and in most houses the light had already gone out.
Only in an old swimming pool just outside London was the light still on.
A muscular man in a designer suit was tied to a chair. A woman with light brown hair and blue eyes stood before him and held a nine-tailed cat, with small iron claws at the tip, in her hand.
»I really advise you to cooperate. Mr. Wayne. «
The man spat blood and then set out to answer
»Fuck you, bitch«
the woman shook her head almost sadly and struck. Again, again, again, and again. The agonizing cries echoed from the walls in the swimming pool, but there was no one who could have heard the cries.
»Tell me where the kids are and you'll get out of here alive?«
»Never. «
»Then there's nothing more I can do for you, Mr. Wayne. «
The woman stepped up the stairs out of the pool and stepped into the small room next to the pool and switched on the water in a few easy steps. Then she stepped back to the pelvis and smiled obliquely
»Have fun with the agonizing death. You deserved it. «
Then the woman turned around and left, but came back and added:
»I'll find the children with or without your help. «