8 Days a Hostage
Day 7
Tim was in pain. His fingers sent sharp, shooting pains through him, his shoulder was a dull ache, his eye felt tender, his legs were full of pins and needles and his stomach was constantly complaining at the erratic feeding schedule. That hadn't changed much. Pushing aside pain was easy. It was just a matter of wrapping it up in force of will and suppressing it. He smirked.
"There was this one time," he said casually. "Batman was after Two Face. Two Face dropped a building on him and Nightwing, then Robin pulled them out, and they caught up with Two Face, took him out and hauled his miserable behind back to Arkham."
Tim's current keeper twitched, but ignored him.
"Then there was a time when Ivy was making mischief," Tim continued. "Batman burned her plants to ash, took her our and hauled her miserable behind back to Arkham. Actually, that one happened a couple of times; she doesn't learn too well."
The assassin ground his teeth, but said nothing.
"Then there was this time-"
"WIIL. YOU. SHUT. UP?!" Deadshot bellowed.
Tim smirked again. "Just letting you know, Batman is going to win and haul your miserable behind back to Arkham. Won't that be fun?"
"He won't win this time," Deadshot hissed.
"Oh?" Tim made a gamble, but was pretty sure it would pay off. "What do you think happened to Hassan?"
Deadshot blanched; Tim had been right. Hassan had vanished and it wasn't exactly clear why. The smirk deepened.
A hand clenched around his throat and lifted him bodily, chair and all, slamming him into the wall. "You can't win forever," Deadshot snarled. "And I swear I will be the one to make you lot lose."
The trapdoor opened and Cain dropped down. "Drop him," he ordered coldly. "Get out."
The chair teetered as it landed, and Dick's acrobatic training kicked in as Tim shifted his weight so it righted itself. Deadshot brushed past Cain hauled himself out of the bunker.
Cain glared as the hatch slammed closed. "You're starting to become too much bother to keep," he said menacingly, switching to Arabic.
Tim shrugged his un-pierced shoulder. "Was I meant to make it easy on you?"
"I could kill you right now and be done with it," Cain replied casually.
"If you want to be the one to explain that to my sister," Tim said equally casually. "She may just try to kill you for that. No doubt she'd regret it, but it's a little too late for you by then, hmm?"
Cain sighed. "You're forcing my hand here."
Tim grinned viciously. "Bring it on."
