It was cold. For a minute he thought that Jason had stolen his covers again. Feeling around blindly, his fingers brushed his blanket, and he pulled it close.
It was quickly yanked away.
"Hey dreg, hands off! This is mine!"
That...that isn't Jay!
His eyes shot open, and he gasped and sat up.
Ok don't panic. First rule, assess the situation and environment. You can do this Flamebird 5!
Taking in his surroundings, he discovered with horror that he was nowhere near home. Instead, he was in a concrete room, with two beds, surrounded by jail bars. Lying next to him was a tall boy around...he scrunched up his face...fourteen or fifteen. A window with bars alerted him that it was still the middle of the night, and a glimpse of a skyline told him that he was not in Bludhaven anymore.
Ok, I'm not in my home town. This skyline...it's Gotham! What the Batline am I doing in what looks like a jail cell in GOTHAM?!
He took a deep breath to try to gather his wits. The boy beside him woke up with a rather nasty smile on his face, and came towards him. Jimmy scrambled to a safer distance away. While a civilian, the younger twin was told that avoiding conflict was a necessity, unless his or his brother's life was in danger. The teenager moved towards him again, then sat down and got comfortable. He didn't want the older boy to feel the need to start any violence, so he scooted away again, respectfully keeping his distance.
There was another thing that bothered the young Grayson, and that was the absence of his twin. Usually, if bad guys wanted hostages, they would take him AND his brother. Usually the two would team up wordlessly and take whoever was idiotic enough to kidnap them in the first place down within a few hours or so. Jason was usually the ringleader for that, and Jimmy willingly and gladly followed his brother's usually brilliant plan.
But Jason isn't here. The boy thought, a tiny bit of panic entering his head. So I'm going to have to escape on my own.
With this in mind, the raven-haired child sniffed, but didn't fully allow himself tears. He knew that crying wouldn't help his situation. But still...he was a little bit scared without Jay around to complete their duo, and he hoped that whoever had kidnapped him didn't plan on keeping him too long.
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"Look at him boys. Just look at him. Scared and alone. He should be easy to break." Margine smiled "He looks just like his father, poor whelp. Look at him being all sweet and resilient. Well I don't have time for that. Lunk! Wake up Brent. I want him to start right away. The sooner we rehabilitate this one, the sooner the other one ceases to be a potential gang leader."
"Yes Ma'am."
The former CPS worker sneered as the young version of Richard looked around his cell with a wide open stare, as if he was looking for anywhere to run and hide. She pondered then at his intelegence, and smirked when the elder boy made him retreat under the bed. She almost felt sorry that age had taken its toll with her, forcing her to watch from the sidelines instead of administering some of the treatment herself. If it were me smacking him around, she pondered with a snort he would already be in tears and begging to not be a potential thief.
Her lips curled back as she remembered the horrid scene she had witnessed earlier. Richard was enough to set her off. The one that got away she reflected bitterly, but to see who the mother was...it nearly threw her into a fit of rage.
An extraterrestrial.
Really Richard?! Even if you had another Gypsy wench, I would have taken him. But an Alien?! Disgusting.
She smirked
All the more reason to rehabilitate his offspring I suppose.
She turned her attention back to the monitor screen, and hissed in exasperation. The boy was still hiding under the bed, and no matter how the furniture was moved, he stayed obscured and out of reach of his pursuer.
Clever boy. Annoying, yet clever. But cheeky as well. We will fix that. Yes we will fix that real fast.
"Brent." She said though a mic that connected to the room the boy was held prisoner in. The older one looked up at the camera, signaling he heard her.
"Begin phase one."
His smile pleased her, and she continued to watch, a sneer of contempt on her face as the raven-haired urchin was forcibly removed from his hiding place and thrown into the wall.
Phase one begins. Excelent.
