Partners in Crime
By Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Batman and Superman.
Chapter 3- The Kidnapping of Batman
"Alfred?" Bruce yelled through the Wayne estate. "Are you there?" Bruce had been worried about his trusted friend and confident since he had called home from work and there was no answer. It wasn't like Alfred to leave the phone unattended for even a moment. Over the years emergency calls had been a daily occurance at the estate. He hurried down to the bat cave, but stopped when he saw a note tacked onto the door that led there.
Dear, Mr. Wayne or should we say Batman, read the note.
As you probably have guessed by now someone, meaning us, has captured your butler, Mr. Pennyworth, and if you ever want to see him alive again be at the Gotham library at 12:30 tonight, come fully dressed.
Sincerely,
The Kidnappers
It was only 6:30 and it was hours until he had to meet with the "kidnappers". Leaving him plenty of time to figure out what they were planning to do and how they knew he was Batman.
* * * * * *
"Clark! Clark, are you in here?" Lois had faithfully returned to see how Clark was doing, but now he was no where to be seen.
Now, Lois was even more confused then before. Something could have happened to Clark or he could have felt better and then went out to save someone like he usually did. She was still worried, but maintained her level head. She was so focused on figuring out where Clark had gone that she jumped out of her skin when the phone rang.
"Hello," She calmed her voice.
"Hello, is Clark there?"
"Bruce is that you? It's me, Lois Lane."
"Oh, hello, Lois. Is Clark there?" He asked not wanting to be impolite, but Lois didn't even detect his rudeness or his urgent voice.
"We haven't spoken in a long time, Bruce." She reminded him. The last time she had seen Bruce they had had a connection, maybe even an electricity about them, at least that's what she though. Either way Lois Lane does not like to be forgotten. "How have you been?"
"Well, I have been better. Is Clark there by any chance?"
"Actually, he just stepped out."
"Really?" He asked some how disbelieving.
"Yes, he did."
"Do you know how I could reach him?"
"He doesn't have a cell phone with him."
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"I'm sorry, Bruce."
"I see." He was dissapointed.
"Is there anything I could do for you?"
"Well, when Clark gets back tell him to call me right away and it doesn't matter how late it is."
"Oh, all right."
"Thank you, Lois."
"No problem, Bruce."
Bruce had hung up the phone. Some how he knew that Lois wasn't telling him everything and that the kidnapping of Alfred was related to the stolen kryptonite.
* * * * * *
"Now, now, there Mr. Pennyworth. We don't want to hurt you." Said the calming voice while trying him tightly to a chair. "We want to hurt your boss."
"Why? Master Bruce has never hurt a hair on your head!" He shouted with conviction only to notice that another man had also been tied down. But he was tied down to a metal bed with chains and had a small piece of a green rock on his chest. It couldn't have been more than a gram.
"True, 'master Bruce' never has, but Batman sure did a number our father. Didn't he Cheyenne?"
"Yes. He. Did!" She said poutingly and annoyingly.
* * * * * *
It was 12:20 and the kidnappers said to be there at 12:30, but Bruce out of habit always arrived at things earlier than when he was supposed to. He was more than worried since Clark had not returned his several phones calls. It was dark now and he swung to the back of the building breaking into the library with ease.
He walked into the main part of the giant library which had recently grown even more with a donation from Wayne Enterprises.
"You're a little early aren't you, Batman?" He flung his attention to a young brunnette not 20 feet infront of him.
"Where's Alfred?" he demanded. "If you hurt him, I'll-"
"Don't worry. Mr. Pennyworth is just fine."
"You're the one behind the stolen kryptonite, aren't you?"
"Not only dashing, but smart, too."
"Why would you need the kryptonite and Alred?"
"Have you spoken to your friend Clark today?" She asked with no response. "Oh course you haven't because we have him."
"Then why did you need-"
"Alfred? As bait of course, he's your weakness just as kryptonite is Superman's weakness. Isn't that right, baby sister?"
"That's right." Said a voice from behind Bruce and he turned around only to be shot with a stun gun. "Wow. Is this him?" She examined the fallen knight.
"Don't be an idiot. Of course it's him. Now help me get him onto this table." She tried to pick him up. "You would think that Batman wouldn't be quite this heavy."
"Maybe it's all that leather."
By Daughter of Endymion
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Everything belongs to the creators of Batman and Superman.
Chapter 3- The Kidnapping of Batman
"Alfred?" Bruce yelled through the Wayne estate. "Are you there?" Bruce had been worried about his trusted friend and confident since he had called home from work and there was no answer. It wasn't like Alfred to leave the phone unattended for even a moment. Over the years emergency calls had been a daily occurance at the estate. He hurried down to the bat cave, but stopped when he saw a note tacked onto the door that led there.
Dear, Mr. Wayne or should we say Batman, read the note.
As you probably have guessed by now someone, meaning us, has captured your butler, Mr. Pennyworth, and if you ever want to see him alive again be at the Gotham library at 12:30 tonight, come fully dressed.
Sincerely,
The Kidnappers
It was only 6:30 and it was hours until he had to meet with the "kidnappers". Leaving him plenty of time to figure out what they were planning to do and how they knew he was Batman.
* * * * * *
"Clark! Clark, are you in here?" Lois had faithfully returned to see how Clark was doing, but now he was no where to be seen.
Now, Lois was even more confused then before. Something could have happened to Clark or he could have felt better and then went out to save someone like he usually did. She was still worried, but maintained her level head. She was so focused on figuring out where Clark had gone that she jumped out of her skin when the phone rang.
"Hello," She calmed her voice.
"Hello, is Clark there?"
"Bruce is that you? It's me, Lois Lane."
"Oh, hello, Lois. Is Clark there?" He asked not wanting to be impolite, but Lois didn't even detect his rudeness or his urgent voice.
"We haven't spoken in a long time, Bruce." She reminded him. The last time she had seen Bruce they had had a connection, maybe even an electricity about them, at least that's what she though. Either way Lois Lane does not like to be forgotten. "How have you been?"
"Well, I have been better. Is Clark there by any chance?"
"Actually, he just stepped out."
"Really?" He asked some how disbelieving.
"Yes, he did."
"Do you know how I could reach him?"
"He doesn't have a cell phone with him."
"Do you know when he'll be back?"
"I'm sorry, Bruce."
"I see." He was dissapointed.
"Is there anything I could do for you?"
"Well, when Clark gets back tell him to call me right away and it doesn't matter how late it is."
"Oh, all right."
"Thank you, Lois."
"No problem, Bruce."
Bruce had hung up the phone. Some how he knew that Lois wasn't telling him everything and that the kidnapping of Alfred was related to the stolen kryptonite.
* * * * * *
"Now, now, there Mr. Pennyworth. We don't want to hurt you." Said the calming voice while trying him tightly to a chair. "We want to hurt your boss."
"Why? Master Bruce has never hurt a hair on your head!" He shouted with conviction only to notice that another man had also been tied down. But he was tied down to a metal bed with chains and had a small piece of a green rock on his chest. It couldn't have been more than a gram.
"True, 'master Bruce' never has, but Batman sure did a number our father. Didn't he Cheyenne?"
"Yes. He. Did!" She said poutingly and annoyingly.
* * * * * *
It was 12:20 and the kidnappers said to be there at 12:30, but Bruce out of habit always arrived at things earlier than when he was supposed to. He was more than worried since Clark had not returned his several phones calls. It was dark now and he swung to the back of the building breaking into the library with ease.
He walked into the main part of the giant library which had recently grown even more with a donation from Wayne Enterprises.
"You're a little early aren't you, Batman?" He flung his attention to a young brunnette not 20 feet infront of him.
"Where's Alfred?" he demanded. "If you hurt him, I'll-"
"Don't worry. Mr. Pennyworth is just fine."
"You're the one behind the stolen kryptonite, aren't you?"
"Not only dashing, but smart, too."
"Why would you need the kryptonite and Alred?"
"Have you spoken to your friend Clark today?" She asked with no response. "Oh course you haven't because we have him."
"Then why did you need-"
"Alfred? As bait of course, he's your weakness just as kryptonite is Superman's weakness. Isn't that right, baby sister?"
"That's right." Said a voice from behind Bruce and he turned around only to be shot with a stun gun. "Wow. Is this him?" She examined the fallen knight.
"Don't be an idiot. Of course it's him. Now help me get him onto this table." She tried to pick him up. "You would think that Batman wouldn't be quite this heavy."
"Maybe it's all that leather."