A few hours later there was a knock at the door. After my third failed escape attempted I got back in the recliner and Roy was told to keep an eye on me.

Roy jumped the second he heard the knock and spun the recliner around, so I was facing a wall.
"Hi, Cassie," I heard Jason say in his friendly voice, that seemed to make everyone think he wouldn't hurt a fly, "What can I do for you?"

"Skip the chick-it-chat, Todd, I know you're the kidnapper in the Grayson case," The nice desk clerk was a thing of the past.

"Get in here," Jason snapped. I heard the door close, "Now what makes you think I'm the kidnapper?"

"I'm not stupid, Todd, that kid you brought in with you was scared, his hands were shacking, and that picture they showed on the news that was your recliner."

"Okay, so let's pretended for a second that I am the kidnapper. Then what?"

"Well, I would want a share in the ransom money," Her voice was thick with greed.

"In exchange for?"

"My silences and whatever help you would need as long as I couldn't be implicated."

"And what if you got caught?"

"I wouldn't name you or Roy."

"Even if they offer you a pled deal?"

"I wouldn't say a word."

"How much of the ransom would you expected?'

"Well, you and Roy did the work, so I'd say two million. That leave ten million for you two."

"Roy, how does five million sound to you?"

"Fine by me," Roy answered flatly.

"Last question," Jason said. I didn't like his tone, it was cold and cruel, "How do I know that you didn't already go to the police?"

"If I wanted to end up in prison myself, I would have. My real name is Nellie Dagger" Nellie Dagger was a bank robber from Oklahoma or Taxes, who was never caught.

"Bank robbing and kidnapping are two different things. It's a whole new set of stacks"

"I'm up for it. It's been two years since I had that rush."

"Alright, Nellie, welcome a bored," Jason said smirking.

Much to my surprise, Roy spun the chair back around suddenly, "Nellie meet, Dick, Dick meet, Nellie, your new babysitter."

I was really starting to hate all of them.

Nananana

I was still in the recliner, pretending to be asleep. I figured they would talk more if they thought, I was asleep listening.

"So, are you planning to give him back?" Nellie asked.

"Planning on it," Jason answered shortly.

"What if tell the police who we are?"

"If he does I'll kill Wayne."

"Has he tried to get away?" Nellie asked.

"Yeah, three times."

"Knowing you, I'm surprised he's not more beaten up."

"Believe me," Roy cut in "He just stopped coughing blood a little while ago."

"How bad is he hurt overall," Nellie seemed to get squeaker the long she talked.

"Bruised ribs and jaw and a sprained wrist," Jason answered with a shrug.

"So, what's the plan?" I swear she swallowed mouse.

"We sit tight until tomorrow, soon we'll tell Wayne when and where to leave the money, and if you're good Dick, I'll get a phone and you can talk to Bruce," I jumped when Jason first started talking to me, "I'm sure Bruce would like more proof that you're alive than just picture. You are after all his biggest publicity stunt ever."

If looks could kill, I think the look I gave Jason would have been a flat out murder. I had thought when Bruce first took me in, that that's all I was to him a publicity move and the thought hunted me.

"I think you struck a nerve," Nellie commented.

"I've had enough of your dirty look for one day," Jason said getting up from the table, he went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two sleeping pills and a glass of water(big surprises)

"I'm not taking those," I said turning my head away from him.

"Remember yesterday, I said, you don't have a choice," He grabbed my hair and jerking my head back, he pushed the pills into my mouth and covered my mouth, so I couldn't spit them out and my noise. I had to swallow or pass out, so I swallowed.

Nananana

I woke up the next morning with another headache. This was day 4...no wait day 3 and I was hand cuffed to the recliner again.

"Morning, Dick," Nellie said coming out of the kitchen "do you want some breakfast?"

"Yes, please," I said politely. I really didn't care, but I didn't want to make her mad and I has no idea what would do that, "where's Roy and Jason?" I asked as she came over to un-cuff me.

"Roy went to see his girlfriend and Jason went to get a pre-paid phone, so you can talk to Bruce, oh yeah, Jason said to tell you that if you try to get out, he will brake every bone in your body."

"Very original," I said sarcastically. Nellie didn't take the cuff off instead she cuffed me to the table.

"I hope you like bacon and eggs," She said carefully.

I was starting to think she was crazy, "Yes, thank you," I mean who is that happy well involved in a kidnapping.

Nellie turned on the TV, "In other news last night, Batman captured the Joker, who is now in the hospital," A reporter was saying.

"That's why Jason sighted the note Mr. J, so everyone would think it was Joker who kidnapped you. You know, buy us more time," I was trying to figure out who was the most insane, Jason for kidnapping me in the first place, or Nellie for wonting in on it, and then there was Roy for agreeing to help. Take your pick.

Nellie and I eat in silences, it turned out she was a really good cook.

"Thank you," I said after we finished.

"You're welcome," She said happily.

A few minutes later I heard the front door being unlocked and Jason walked in, with a prepaid phone and a lap-top.

"Did he try to go a window?" Jason asked as he sat down at the table and started working on the lap-top.

"Of cores not. Has he tried that before?"

"No."

"Good, because I was starting to wonder what kind of crazy kid you left me with. By the way what are you doing?"

"I'm rerouting the signal thought seven signals," Jason answered shortly. He worked in silence for a while "You have just a few minutes before the F.B.I trace the call Okay?"

I nodded.

"Don't even think about telling them where you're at or who we are or I'll make sure Bruce never finds you. Got it?"

I nodded, again. I would agree to anything, so I could talk to Bruce.

Jason dialed Bruce's number and he turned on a voice modifier. It only rang once "You have one minute. I will be listening," He put the phone on speaker and turned the modifier off.

"Bruce?"

"Dick! Are you alright?" Bruce sounded as if he hadn't slept in a week.

"I'm fine." I was a little scared to talk to him with Jason standing right there, ready to deck me if I said one word he didn't like.

"Where are you?" I could the desperation his voice.

Jason gave me the death look, "I can't tell you anything about that. Can we talk about when I come home?"

"Okay, when you get home, how about you and I go to a Knights game, they're playing the Denver Broncos next week?"

"That sounds like fun," Jason gestured for me to say good-bye, "Bruce, I have to go now, tell Alfred and Barbra I said hi."

"I will. I love you Richard."

"I love you too, I'll see you soon," Jason ended the call and I hated he more than ever. We sat in silences of a few minutes before I got up the nerve to ask Jason a question. "When are you going to let me go home?"

"If everything goes as planned, tonight or tomorrow,"

I was a little surprised I was wasn't expecting a state answer. The ifs part of what he had said made me a nerves. "And what are those ifs?"

"If we get the money, if we don't get caught and if you keep your mouth shut."

Roy came back a while later "When are we going?" He asked.

"Now," Jason answered shortly.

BATMAN!

"Wake up," Jason was shacking me. I half opened my eyes and saw that it was dark out.

"What's wrong?" I asked drowsily

"We only got half of the money," I could hear the anger in his voice, "Come on," he ordered pulling me to my feet.

We walked out of the apartment, ether Roy or Nellie said a word as we got into a blue Toyota that I had seen outside of my school the day before Jason kidnapped me.

I was freaking out, I hadn't thought about what would happen if Jason didn't get all of the money.

We drove until we were just outside of Gotham and stopped at a construction site, now I was terrified. If you put a body in wet cement, it could take years to find it.

Jason got out, than opening the back door, he pulled me out. I stared hitting and kicking him, "I'm not in the mode," He said slapping me across the face. We walked deeper into the site, when we came to some. Jason pushed me down, so I was sitting on the ground and then, he hand-cuffed me to the pipes, "If you say one word about who we are I will kill Bruce and then you'll be all alone again," After he said that he left.

Jason left me there around midnight and I dosed until dawn.

"So, how's your wife like the new house?" A rough male voice asked.

"She loves it," A similar voice answered.

I looked up to see two constructions workers walking towards me. I was just about to say something, when I thought of Nellie or Cassie (take you pick) and how nice she been and when she found out about the money how quickly she had thrown with Jason and Roy.

"Have you two been fallowing that Grayson kidnapping?" The one who had spoken first asked.

"Yeah, Holly can't pull herself away from the ne-," The man stopped short.

"John?…John what's wrong?"

"Dan, go call the police…now," John answered in a haltering voice.

"What?" Then Dan saw me.

I have to admit, I was a pretty pathetic sight, cover in bruises, shacking head to toe from the cold and hand cuffed to a pipe.

John walked closer to me and knelt down, so he was at eye level with me, "Hi, my name is John. Are you Richard Grayson?"

I nodded.

"Are you hurt?" He asked taking off his coat and wrapping it around me.

"No," I answered barely above a whisper.

"Dan, I said to go call the police," Dan left without a word "Everything is alright now, the cops will be here soon and you'll be home in no time," He stopped for a second and wetted his lips, "Richard, is the person who took you still here?"

"No, they've been gone for hours."

We sat in silences until, we heard the sound of sirens. Seconds later police were everywhere. Someone un-cuffed me and I was put in a patrol car. The Commissioner got in on the other side and started the car.

"I'm going to take you to the hospital."

"Will Bruce be there?" I asked.

"Yep, he's waiting for you along with half of Gotham."

"Is Bruce okay?"

"He will be now. I've never seen Bruce unshaved," He commented.

We pulled up to the hospital. The street was lined with people, reporters, kids from school, I even saw some of Bruce's old girlfriends.

The cops were holding back the back the press, who started shouting questions at me.

We started walking up to the hospital. I looked up and saw Bruce standing in the entrance. He was a mess, his hair was beyond tangled, his cloths were wrinkled and he had four days of unshaven beard.

I made a dash for him, he only got to the bottom of the stairs before I was in his arms.

"I love you," He said squeezing me until my readied sore ribs hurt.

"I love you too, Dad," That was the first time I had called Bruce, Dad.

Bruce turned away from the crowed and carried me into the hospital.

THE END