Chapter 4

Seven PM rolled around in no time at all, the kidnappers waited in the dark alley for any sign of Thomas Wayne's shiny car, they'd locked Bruce in the trunk after many failed attempts at escape.

"Where is he? It's past the deadline." Declares the second in command, honestly this whole thing was getting boring and the kid was far too hot to keep in plain sight, inside a trunk or not

"Patience Anthony, one day you'll be in charge and you need to learn how to deal with these situations, no one has to be hurt." Responds the much older gentlemen

Anthony Zucco stared, he didn't have that same belief that no one would get hurt, in fact hurting the kid would greatly work in their favor, rile up the parents to hurry up, but until he was in charge, he'd keep his mouth shut.

"You gotta remember that pretty little gal you have waiting for you at home, you got someone who'd miss ya if you got nailed by the cops."

Anthony continues to stare, was this guy for real? Sure he had a hot honey in his bed, but he'd never let her stop him from getting the job done

"If Wayne's a no show, then we'll give him more incentive to get his boy." States Edwin Skeevers

"What kind of incentive? A finger?"

Edwin turns to glare "We may work for Al Coponie, but we don't have to hurt innocent kids to make our point, until told otherwise, Bruce stays exactly the way he is now.

Why did he have to get partnered with the one guy who refuses to get the job done? The kid was insurance and nothing more

"Someone's coming." States Edwin as a pair of bright yellow headlights flood the alley, a well-dressed gentlemen holding a duffel bag exits the vehicle and heads for a lone dumpster, an X spray painted a top its lid to signify the correct drop off location.

Once Thomas deposits the money, he walks back to his car, awaiting the phone call, desperately begging the man keeps his word.

He'd been late thanks to Gotham PD attempting to follow him, it took longer than he'd expected to lose the Detectives, time he's sure Bruce didn't have.

Anthony smiles, fifty million dollars lay only mere feet away; he could jump with joy at the thought of spending all the dough.

Edwin's face remains the same, money didn't mean much to him, this job had cost him far more than any amount of money could give, he'd lost his son Sal to the world of the Mafia, Sal would be taking his place and leading Falcone's empire.

The elder leader removes the child's phone and dials a familiar number, within seconds the tone ends and Thomas Wayne's voice takes over

"The money's in the dumpster as you requested, now where's my son?"

"The boy is safe, Mr. Wayne, drive around for twenty minutes then return to this spot, your son will be here when you get back."

Thomas nods and starts the car, the father quickly peeled out of the alley and heads further into Gotham, he'd have to keep a sharp eye out for any Detectives, but if it meant getting Bruce back, he was willing to do anything.

"Great job old man, I'll fetch the cash." Declares Anthony as he exits the car and heads for the dumpster, his brown eyes light up at the opened bag spewing with large bills

Edwin too exits the car, but instead heads for the trunk young Bruce Wayne had been stuffed in, upon opening the lid said boys gaze met his own, still bound tightly and mouth encased shut with silver "Your dad payed Bruce, you're free to go."

Bruce continues to stare, could he truly believe that he was free to go? Would they stab him in the back or shoot as he fled?

Edwin smiled as gears turned in the young hostages mind "You will be left in that dumpster, your father has been give specific instructions to drive around for twenty minutes before he returns here for you."

Anthony ceases his showering in money to speak with the two, if he couldn't harm the brat, then he'd make damn sure to scare him "You're lucky kid, most people who meet us don't live to tell the tale, living or not, you better keep your mouth shut, or else."

Bruce ponders at the threat, coming from the old guy he knew it'd be a lie, but this other man, something told him he was the real deal, he'd go through with whatever he said.

Edwin grabs hold of the bound boy's torso and heaves the child out of the trunk, walking towards the open dumpster "You'll be safe in here while you wait."

Bruce nods as he's placed inside the metal container, his eyes watch as the lid is closed, he listens as sounds of clasps, rattles and clicks echo through his prison, what were they doing?

Outside, Anthony and Edwin pulled each small metal clasp out from its hiding place, a large box of locks and chains appear from behind the can, they'd chosen this dumpster for that specific reason.

Chains are weaved through each lock before one by one they're attached to a clasp, sealing the lid down tightly, this continues for many minutes as more than twenty locks trap the young boy.

"Kids not getting out of there anytime soon, let's scram before his daddy comes back." States Anthony as his handiwork is completed

Edwin nods in agreement and the pair heads for the car, the old man can't help but feel his time with the Wayne's wasn't over.

So I researched it and tried going back in time, Anthony is Tony Zucco's father just getting ready to take his shot and Edwin is Sal's dad.