Within a confines of a room is Terry McGinnis. His ears grow dual, and his eyes grow barren. The basement he's in carries little to no light. They had his will cornered, and as he sat in a cob web and dust infested room.
No one was present in the room. For a long while he believes he's been left here until his gut would eat itself. His life had just gone belly up. His prayers each day repeat themselves until his faith gets stale. He wishes nothing other than to see Bruce, he wants to hold Deirdre in his arms, to have a tech talk with Max, to hell with arguing with Delia. He'd seek to progress his and Delia's friendship.
There is a jagged blade beside him. At first he didn't even pay it a second of his time that seems to be fleeting. As time limited itself to his comprehension, suicided crept into his life.
"Terry how's the basement treating you?" Blight said.
With a snap light poured into every faucet of the room. Terry pondered about telling him to go slag himself. He stuck to a cricket chirping silence.
"I'm well aware of your choice of words. Keep silent so that the torture seems to hold no effect, there in case a man who isn't broken. A man with no reaction who gives no pleasure to his captives. That's why I've brought a specialist." Blight said.
Terry misplaced his judgement here big time. Somewhere within his training at Wayne Industries he had acquired the essential knowledge on being captured. All he had to do was tuck his pride in his pocket and exaggerate his wailing. Along with other ideas.
"Before he gets here I just want you to know, I'm going to pay a visit to your friends at Wayne Industries. And no I'm not going to do anything absurd. I'll buy stocks and see to it that Wayne and all his cronies as replaced. Then I'll line them up for a fall into a hole so deep that your hole seems shallow." Powers said.
"If you leave this room, without telling me you've changed your mind, I can't save you." Terry said.
"From who?" Blight said.
"Me." Terry said.
Blight had a violent fit of laughter.
"You really are an optimist. Goodbye Terry, farewell." Blight said before leaving.
"Terry McGinnis isn't on our radar." A Jokerz member said.
"The death threats Wayne Industries received?" Deirdre said.
"Those aren't from any of our guys. We don't touch people with attention on themselves." The member said.
"He's telling the truth." Bruce said via ear piece.
Deirdre twisted the man around and bashed the back of his neck with her fist. The man lost his footing and met the ground. She added them to her list of names after detonating the C4 she had placed in the boiler room.
She paced herself with the police timing and made herself scarce.
"That's the tenth hideout with no answers. Give me something to work with Wayne." Deirdre said.
"Stop by the tower. We'll draw a new strategy." Wayne said.
Bruce got out of his private office. He stepped in a cramped elevator as fast as he could in his age.
"Mr. Wayne we've got a new program to code into the website. But Myers said it's going to cost a lot to engineer." Bruce's consultant said walking alongside Bruce.
They passed employees biding their time at desks. Bruce was bound to have intercepted a distraction.
"What does the company have to benefit from it. I hope your development software isn't updating just for the sake of changing the interface." Bruce said by the time he reached Deirdre's office.
"It'll make tracking the views and transactions smoother and simpler. By allowing us to see key patterns within the market we provide." The consultant said.
"I'll expect this to be ran through our benefactors in a more detailed manner. I'll see you then." Bruce said opening the door.
Deirdre looked from shoulder to shoulder. She hadn't been tailed, that was a given for a woman of her skillset, but she had to be sure none the less. Upon entering the tower, she was bombarded with a letter.
"Sorry dear, but your gambling debts have predisposed you to filing a new resume. Stealing from the company is going to get you on the company's blacklist might I add." A man up in his age said.
"Get out of my face, before I get you detained you crazy old man." Deirdre said.
"That will be your co-workers telling you same after a year or two when you come crawling back for your job. Name's Derek Powers, I'm re-investing myself here. I'd reclaim my position here, but I already have men on the inside to keep it covered." Blight said.
"You, you're him. Blight. You took him." Deirdre said reaching into her jacket for her weapon.
She had no understanding of how this man had the bravery to show his face here. The urge to find Terry overruled the option of flooring the geezer with a bullet to the head.
"I wouldn't be so haste to gun down the man who has your boyfriend in lockup." Blight said in a whisper.
"So you take him and my job? What makes you think for a second that I wouldn't beat his location out of you. Over getting a shot at my job back." Deirdre said.
"You will see one day that playing the hero doesn't mean you'll have heroes to save you. No one is untouchable. Shoot me, and your sister will give Terry a new acquaintance at his lonely trash bin. And if you ever see Terry again, tell him I said he has a horrible taste in women." Blight said as he left.
Deirdre was going to flip until she got dizzy. She met with Bruce, and he told her she was going to need more appropriate baggage. She told herself he was out of his mind, Wayne Towers had everything. As Max drove her and him to Wayne manor she started to wonder what ferocious gear Terry got himself aligned with when he met Bruce. It was almost sickening to imagine that the old man kept a personal armory of his own.
"Are you sure this is a good idea Bruce?" Max said.
She wasn't too keen on filling Deirdre in on the loop. If she ever saw Terry again she'd bet he'd wish he had told Deirdre.
"It's our best bet. I would've picked you, but you've never had your skills assessed or had any combat training." Bruce said.
"She's not ready. Plus, she'll throw a fit once she sees Terry." Max said.
"Guys you're stressing me out worse than I already am. It's not like you guys have ninety percent of the black market weaponry in your closet." Deirdre said.
"Black market? What you've seen is like the internet. There's the web, then the deep web. We have stuff that's not even on the map right now." Max said.
"Deep web? Your way with words are about as brilliant as Terry's. I bet it's just a bunch of prototype guns, nothing to write home about." Deirdre said.
"You'll see Deirdre." Bruce said. His eyes not leaving his Mansion in the distance.