Playing Dirty

By KesKes22

Young Justice Fanfiction

Chapter 6

The steady thumping of a helicopter awoke Dick. Slowly his body allowed him to open his eyes only to look out over the ocean. Panic arose in him as he whipped his head to the left and to the right.

"Where are you taking me?" his voice sounded surprisingly better than how he felt. How long have they been traveling in this helicopter? Where was Wally? Was he okay? What about his team? Were they okay?

Question after question raced through Dick's head. Glancing in the mirror he saw the cruise ship, that he was once on, right behind him. A hard lumped formed in his throat; he hadn't quite yet regained the ability to lift his fatigued limbs which made him uneasy without his ability to fight just yet.

"Just sit back and relax kid. We don't have long before we reach our new destination," Sophia assured him. Dick's hands felt around for the buckle of his seat belt trying to unsecure him.

"Not so fast," Sophia says as she grabs he right hand; pulling out a pair of hand cuffs she secures his right wrist to a small hook, looped into the roof of the helicopter. "Stay put," Sophia jokes as she climbs to the front of the helicopter.

Dick usual found riding in the Wayne Enterprise helicopter quiet enjoyable, however he was still suffering from the side effects of dehydration. Dick glanced back down at the boat hoping to see his team flying to the rescue. However, he was slightly disappointed to not see them. He became desperate this woman would stop at nothing to get what she wanted even if that meant hurting his friends. He was too weak to do anything and even if he could attempt an escape he would more than likely be caught. He felt hopeless, right now he was depending on his team to come and get him.

Sophia climbed in the back seat and sat across from Dick, "I think we need to give your daddy a little more incentive to pay the ransom, don't you?" an evil smile spread across her face as she unlocked his hand cuffed his hand from the roof to a poll that ran across the side of his chair. Pulling out her phone and facing it towards him like she would video tape him.

"Since you want to send the little Justice Brats after us I guess you need more persuasion Mr. Wayne," Before Dick could comprehend what was going on the door to the helicopter slide open and he was being pushed out of it. Adrenaline rushed through him as he screamed in pain as his wrist tugged at the cuff connected to his seat. Realizing he wasn't going to fall into the ocean below he glared at Sophia.

"You're a freaking lunatic," The helicopter jerked causing pain to flare up in Dicks shoulder and wrist. She was money crazed and would stop at nothing, short of killing Dick, to get her money.

"You have 36 hours Mr. Wayne to get my money into the precise bank account or I will drop your only child into the ocean below." Throwing her phone aside she glared down at Dick. "Do you need any more persuasion to behave?"

Dick slowly shook his head no knowing it wasn't worth making her mad. Reaching down she grabbed his arm and hauled him back into the helicopter, his shoulder and wrist grateful to be relieved. Adjusting himself in the seat he glared at Sophia, "so what happens now?"

"We take you to a remote location and if we don't get our money then we hand you off to the highest bidder," Sophia's grin melted into a gravity look, "you better hope your daddy comes through with the money or you might just end up being a slave in Russia for all you know." Dick could only hope he found a way out of here before that could happen.

After a long helicopter ride Dick felt the jerk of a landing looking outside the window he saw yet another boat but this one was more like a freighter. Sophia hoped out and was greeted by an older gentleman with a long grey beard and a heavy blue trench coat.

"Hey Jack long time no see." Sophia said with a small grin. Dick chuckled, Jack that was the best name you could come up with?

"I have some baggage that needs to be secured to make sure it doesn't run off gesturing to Dick."

"I know just the place."

Now sitting in the small cell in the middle of the room handcuffed to one of the bars of the cell, Dick sat. Sporting a couple new bruises on his face that was made to get him down here but none the less he was here accompanied by a small rag that was tied tightly across his mouth, around the back of his head.

"Alright stay put you brat." Sophia laughed as she shut the door leaving him in the dark except for a small bulb above the door illuminating light.

Dick asset his injuries. He had a bruised cheek which was slightly swollen compared to the sun burn he got from being tied to the flag pole. His stomached ache and his wrist was starting to show a burn where the cuffs have rubbed him raw. He wasn't in bad shape but he was still partially dehydrated and exestuation had set in. He wanted to escape but maybe resting would do him some good. Slowly shutting his eyes, he drifted off to sleep.

Back at Gotham Bruce paced his office, anxiety rushing through him. He had dispatched the team almost 24 hours ago if they were successful he would have heard from them by now. In frustration Bruce slammed his foot into the chair making it tumble to the ground.

"I know your frustrated sir but I deem that highly unnecessary," Alfred said from the door way carrying a tray of tea.

"How can I sit still Alfred? My son is out there and if the I protégés of the best hero's in the league can't rescue him what else do I have left?"

"There is you sir,"

"Batman can't go running to Dick every time he gets in trouble sooner or later people will find out,"

"But sir if that is your only option,"

"If it was up to me Alfred I would have Dick home by now," he said turning to his head to look at the rain pounding against the window.

"Well we always have the tracker method,"

Bruce chuckled, "It was very hard to get him to agree to have that tracking chip installed into his shoulder, I then found the chip later smashed behind the garden near the pool.

"Even though he is adopted he does show signs of your stubbornness,"

Bruce laughed making the mood grow lighter. He sat down at his desk instead of pacing, "I'll pay the ransom money just to get him back but there is no guarantee that they will give him back,"

Alfred nodded just as Bruce's phone chimed letting him know he had an email. Alfred watched Bruce's expression changed from concerned too furious. Determination and fury exploded from Bruce, he was going to get his son back no matter what the cost.

So my other computer crashed and I finally saved up enough to get a new one! YAY! However, I am also working two jobs at the moment till the end of this month so updates still might be a little slow but less than a month hopefully thanks for sticking it out with me guys I am so sorry. But my new name is whitegirlon8st instead of KesKes if you really want to know why I will tell you but it is now whitegirlon8st sorry for any inconvenience.