Synopsis: Someone has stolen all the money from the Wayne Foundation Youth Charity Fund. Batman and Red Hood go after the man who did it. While doing research on the thief, Tim is hit by a mysterious beam from an odd weapon sitting on a shelf and is de-aged. Oh boy, what are they going to do with a four-year-old Tim?

Part 12: Kidnapped!

Tim struggled to get free of the man's grasp. Then the man covers Tim's mouth with a smelly cloth. He recognized the smell right away. It was chloroform. Within seconds, Tim was out.

"No, let go! DADDY!"

"This will quiet you down." The man held the cloth to Christina's face, and she went to sleep.

"The Finster girl! and the other kid's quiet!" The man shouted to his partner. "Let's get ut of here!"

The pair drove off not even noticing that someone was running after them. They soon were disappearing into Gotham's midday traffic.

"Who's kid is that, Silvester?" the driver of the van questioned his partner. "You were only supposed to grab the Finster girl."

"I know, but I've got someone better, and we can kill two birds with one stone."

"I don't follow you?"

"It's a Wayne," Silverster sneered.

"I didn't know they had a kid that young," Booster answered. "I thought the youngest was that Damian Wayne."

"Neither did I, but that circus brat that Bruce Wayne adopted years ago, you know the one I was telling you about that I had gone to high school with?"

"Yeah, what about him?"

"He had him. He's gotta be double the price than this Finster girl. We can ransom for both of these brats. Besides, can you see the look on that Grayson's face when I beat him to the punch?"

"Sylvester, the Wayne's are pretty powerful. Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Are you kidding me, Boozer? We can get far more than what we ever dreamed. I know old man Finster will pay up. He loves his precious little princess, spoils her rotten, but doesn't pay squat when it comes to those who work for him."

"What do you suppose we should ask for them?"

"Hmmm? Does something in the millions sound good to you?

"Yeah, but how much?"

"How about ten million . . . No . . . Twenty million . . . "

"Wayne's a billionaire," Boozer pointed out. "That's like a drop in the bucket for him."

"You're rght." Sylvester agreed. "Twenty million a piece! *I looked down at the children.* You two are our tickets to the good life."

"Does Mr. Finster even have that kind of cash?' Boozer asked,

"Doesn't matter. We can easily get forty million for the Wayne brat alone. The Finster girl, well if her old man won't pay . . . ."

"You do think big. Sylvester. "That's why I'm the brains of this operation. We can't let one go to waste."

"Better keep him tied up," Booster said. "I saw how feisty that little guy was."

"I'll leave you to write the ransom notes," Sylverster said. "You have a way with words." Sylvester grabbed a piece of rope and tied up the boy. He made sure the girl's hands were tied as well. They weren't going to get very far, even if they tried to run away.

"So, where we taking them?" Booster questioned. "Near the railroad tracks or the ship yard? What if Wayne doesn't pay?"

"If Wayne doesn't pay, we can sell them to one of those foreign countries. They'll take the girl, but we may have to get rid of the boy. I like the rail yard. We can hang them above the tracks. They don't pay, their children go splat. Besides, if he doesn't want to pay for that brat of his we can always go for Bruce's son. They'll have to pay then and we'll up the ransom.

"Yeah 50 mill for him alone."

"Now you're talking."

Broozer drove them to the warehouse area near the railroad tracks. He parked the van, and they grabbed the kids and went inside an abandoned boxcar. Boozer had Tim and he put the boy in the corner. Sylvester grabbed the girl. He waited for Boozer to finish up the ransom note.

"Here." Boozer tossed the boy's shirt to his partner along with the notes. "Take something from the girl a shoe. We'll keep her earrings. They're real diamonds and worth something. We can fence them later."

Sylvester went over to the girl and snatched up a shoe. He held the shirt in his other hand. "Those earrings must be worth a lot."

"They got to be about at least two carets each, maybe more."

"Yeah. Here's the girl's shoe."

"Drop the goods with the butler. I gave time to respond. Told them where they can drop off the money."

Sylvester looked at the note. "These rich folks, they have to have time to gather the money. They're going to want to know if their loved ones are all right. The next time we send them a picture. Or better yet, a video. I'd hate to cut up a girl, so if they don't respond, we start carving up the boy."

"Sounds like a plan to me," Booster replied. "I'll go pick up some video equipment."

Both left the box car. Booster pulled the door shut and padlocked it. They both hopped back into the van and took the items along with the notes over to the Manor. Sylvester was quick to ring the doorbell.

Alfred answered the door and opened it. "Wayne Residents . . . "

Sylvester said nothing but handed a note with a shirt and a shoe. Then he drove away.

"Curious . . ." Alfred did not recognize the shoe, but the shirt was the one he gave Master Timothy. He opened the note and his face paled. ". . . . Oh dear!"

Samantha was walking down the stairs to get some lunch when she saw Alfred standing at the door with a note in one one hand. His other hand conceled something he was holding against his chest. 'It must be serious,' Samantha approached. Then she saw the shirt. "Oh no. Al...what does the note say?"

"Master Timothy has been kidnapped along with a little girl, Christina Finster. They want forty million for both of them. They say not to call in the police or any cape. They will contact us and give us further instructions on where to deliver the money. If not . . . They may harm Master Timothy."

"Where the hell was Dick when this happened! He should've been looking for a way to change Tim not gallivanting around with him!"

Samantha was angered that not only was her husband a four-year-old. but he was taken. Someone kidnapped him for money. Not only that, but there was a little girl as well.

Tim came to and found himself hanging above the railroad tracks. His mouth was gagged, and his wrists were zip tied. A rope was tied to the ziptie. He looked over to his left and saw Christina. She was tied in the same manner. 'Oh great! Stuck in a four-year-old body and now kidnapped. This day was really turning out just peachy.'

Christina started to cry. 'I want my daddy! I don't want to be here anymore. This isn't fun. It's horrible.'

There was nothing Tim could do to comfort her. He could only hope that Dick and the rest of the family would come and rescue them, before a train comes by.

Continues with Part 12: Ransom!