My Father's Eyes Are Blue
By
AJ
Part 10
"I heard something moving around," Matthew Malone stated as soon as he stopped his little program. "I'll be right back."
Malone left the storage compartment and caught out of the corner of his eye a small form turning the corner. Malone noticed an open doorway and light pouring into the corridor across the way. He moved to investigate and discovered a sight that caused him swear.
'S**T!' Malone moved back to the other storage unit and went inside. "We've got to pack up. The kid's escaped."
"What about Carson?"
"The kid managed to knock him out and tied him up. He's useless. Leave him."
Malone grabbed the syringe and injected another dose of the toxin into Dick's arm, even though it wasn't time. "That should hold him for a while. Zip tie his feet first then his hands. I have a place where we can move him. Haven't been there for years, but no one would think to even look for us there. Bring that box. We're going to need it."
"No . . . no, no, no, no," Dick's head was shaking and his movements were weak and ineffective. He couldn't understand why he was reacting to the toxin the way he was. He thought the electrum would cleanse the drug from his system, giving him a fighting chance. 'Probably works more on physical wounds than this stuff.'
This time, twisted images of his family haunted and torture him. He saw Damian being sliced to ribbons by the very swords he had been trained with to become an assassin. Dick almost laughed out loud when he saw Tim being attacked by giant computer screens with arms and legs, but then watched in horror as Tim was swallowed up by the very things that made Red Robin a great detective. The image of Jason was nothing more than going through a firing squad, over and other, his body riddled with bullets, and bleeding from countless wounds. The hardest to watch was Bruce. The very things that helped Batman in his fight were killing him. Several batarangs were sticking out of his body, and the batrope was being used to strangle him. Once again, he saw his parents as their trapeze broke and they fell into darkness calling his name.
"I hope you're having quite a ride, Dickie boy," Malone whispered in Dick's ear as he unchained each hand. As Dick was released his legs collapsed from under him, which made it easier for Malone and Jasper to zip tie his hands. "It won't compare to the one you'll be getting next." Malone threw Dick over his shoulder and carried him to the white van that waited outside. "Gather the camera equipment. Leave the laptop. I've got another one in the van. Hook up the other stuff and start it. I know that brat's going to alert the authorities and then they'll alert Batman. They'll get a warm welcome when they get here. Once we get to the next hideout, we'll show Mr. Wayne what happens when there's interference."
"Do I get to play with our friend?" Jasper said seductively.
"Of course, but not too roughly. You have your whip handy? I know how much you like to use it."
"You know I do."
"Well, this bird is going to need to be punished. We can't punish his little companion for escaping, but Dickie boy will do just nicely. He'll be punished enough for two."
Dick felt the movement of the van pull away. His stomach almost rebelled, but he kept the bile down. Despite the nightmare images that assaulted his mind, he was still aware of the two men that held him captive. He recalled when the man called Jasper tore his shirt off and started rubbing his chest and then came close to . . . Dick shuttered with revulsion and almost vomited a second time. He forced his eyes open to look for his brother and discovered . . . 'Damian . . . he's . . . he's not here. He . . . escaped? Good . . . good for you . . . Dami.' Dick could no longer keep his mind in the present. Rather then face the nightmares he let the darkness swallow him.
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Matthew Malone and Jasper entered an old abandoned house, one that Malone knew very well. Malone and his mother used to live here when he was growing up. They abandoned the house when Dick Grayson figured it out that it was he that framed him for cheating. Then they got the idea to hold Wayne's ward for ransom in order so he could get back his father's empire. Those memories were bitter sweet, but it gave him such a thrill. And being in prison only strengthened his resolve to get back at Wayne and Dickie Boy for the death of his father, but this time, Dickie Boy was going to suffer even more. He'll enjoy watching it too, and maybe even taking a turn with him. The boy's body was that of an Olympic athlete, shapely and muscular, eye candy for anyone who could appreciate such beauty.
'I wonder Dickie Boy. How did you get so well developed?' Malone couldn't help himself from stroking Dick's well-defined muscles. 'Seems I asked the circus that question once before. Never got an answer. I bet he's got well-developed legs, too underneath those tight jeans. And that nice tight rear, I bet it would feel real fine. Can't let Jasper have all the fun. Maybe I'll just hang onto Grayson even if Wayne does give me his fortune. That should guarantee Wayne doesn't try to take everything back.'
It wasn't long until Dick was coming to again and he blanched when he recognized where he was. He examined his situation and realized he had been trussed up in some kind of harness in the basement of Prudence Malone's old house. There was a video camera set up and another computer. He could hear voices coming from upstairs.
"You know what to do, strip him slowly," Malone said. "I know you can use that whip like a surgeon uses a scalpel. And if you miss a couple of times . . . "
"Don't worry, I'll see to it he gets what he deserves. Of course I wouldn't want to take too much of the fight out of him. I like it better when they struggle."
NO! Dick looked around and realized just what kind of restraint they had him in. Though he would never put something like this into practice himself, he respected his lady friends far more to subject them to that. Even his male friends if he was even into that sort of thing. He wasn't, but the idea still appalled him. He realized just what they were planning and that they were going to take him by force. He had to keep his head and get loose despite the fact that his head was still spinning from the last round of hallucinations. It was the only way he was going to help himself. Dick struggled to find a way to loosen the bonds, even to find a way to turn his body so he could get at the restraints with his hands, but there wasn't enough time, and the restraints were just too far apart for him to reach. He turned and his face visibly paled when he heard heavy footsteps coming down the stairs.
Continues with Part 11