Jason heard the door click shut. He counted to ten before opening his eyes just to make sure the mad man was gone. Quickly he took note of his injuries. Left eye swollen, left leg probably sprained if not broken, a few cracked ribs, left arm broken, right twisted. Those were the main ones. His entire body was screaming at him and he was pretty sure that he would be off the rooftops for quite a while when he got out.
If he got out.
No when.
Jason took a deep breath and rolled onto his back, every muscle screamed in protest as he pulled his feet over his head somersaulting to pull his handcuffed hands around his legs and to his front. Releasing the breath he had been holding he pushed himself onto his feet without pausing. He knew if he stopped now he wasn't ever going to get back up. Taking another deep breath, Jason took a tentative step. His left leg immediately buckled under the weight. Barring his teeth against the pain, Jason didn't stop. If his leg didn't want to work fine. He didn't need it to make it to the door.
Slowly Jason army crawled across the floor. Stretch right arm, push up, use right leg to inch forward, ignore popping and crunching sounds coming from various parts of his body. Rinse and repeat.
After what seemed like a life time he reached the door. That beautiful, old, rusty door that would lead to warm but clear beautiful air . . .no.
No no nono nonononoooooo. . . .the door was locked. It was fucking locked!
Where the hell was Bruce. He should have been here by now. He'll be here, Jason assured himself. Bruce was the one person in his life he could always count on to be there when it mattered. Not his mom or dad or any number of social workers. Bruce was the one who saved him. He was always there for him. He promised to always be there.
A sob threatened to brake through as he leaned against the door way in bitter defeat. God, he hurt. Every where hurt. His ribs were especially painfully. Tentatively, he pressed against his side. Pain made his vision swim and his ears ring. No, not ring. Jason felt his stomach lurch. Beep. . . beep. . .
"Bruce, you promised."
