"What do you mean die?" Terry angrily asked. He was caught and trapped, though he wouldn't admit that he messed up big time because he was lingering too long. Come to think of it Bruce wouldn't either.

"Well I'm sorry to bust your bubble little bat but you won't REALLY die! Just depends on the choice you make I guess." He was insane.

"What choice?" Terry asked.

"I just knew that you would ask that, and the answer is waiting for you, just wait and see, just wait and see!"

A large ship appeared out of nowhere, cloaked, this guy had planned this entire thing out! The only thing Terry could move was his head, and neck. This really ticked him off, he wanted to throw a batarang after this #.

"I knew you would call me that, but don't worry Bats, you will call me much more than that after I am finished with you today!"

He grabbed Terry and threw him in the ship. Terry couldn't even move to steady himself, and so he rolled three times, hitting many things in his way. He glared angrily at the man, who just laughed and slammed the door shut.

"Bruce, Bruce are you there?" Terry whispered quietly into his cowl.

"You're not as stupid as I thought!" The man yelled outside. "I am smarter however! This ship blocks radio signals, sorry Bats tough luck!" He laughed insanely and Terry could hear him walk off.

Terry struggled hard against the immobilized suit, but he couldn't even budge. The only thing Terry could do was see, and it was really dark in the bulk of this ship. He turned on night vision and looked around him. It was a typical hover cargo that carried suitcases to and fro. He felt the ship star moving and just decided to hang along for the ride, not knowing where he would be taken.
-
Lunch came around and Terry was nowhere in sight. Dana sighed, he either suddenly got sick, or decided to skip school again.

Max made her way to Dana's table. "Hey is everything alright?" She asked sitting down across from Dana.

"Haven't you heard?" Dana asked a little annoyed by Max for bringing up this conversation.

"I haven't heard a thing, just saw you sitting here alone and not with Terry or Chels, where are they anyways?" Max asked.

"That's what you didn't hear about, Chelsea's been kidnapped." Dana said bowing her head and in a low tone.

"WHAT!" Max exclaimed.

"Do they know where she is? And what about Terry!" Max seemed worried and was bugging Dana when she didn't want to be bugged.

"I DON'T KNOW ALRIGHT! SO STOP BUGGING ME!" Dana grabbed her plate and moved to another table. She was too worried to care about Max.

"Sheesh and I though I had an attitude," Max said after Dana had moved. The whole cafeteria was bow staring at Max, curious of what she had done to make Dana so mad. Max just shook her head and went back to class, worried about her friends.
-The cargo had finally stopped. Terry just sat there waiting. The door opened and the lunatic man grabbed Terry.

"Your time has finally come Batsy!" Terry just ignored him.

"You may do that now but just wait until you see what is inside!" The man said. He grabbed Terry and dragged him into the warehouse. When they were inside the man just threw Terry down.

"This is where I'll leave you, have fun Batsy!"

His vision was still on night time. He saw nothing, just an empty warehouse. Then again, he could only see 180 degrees and not all around him.

He buried his face into the ground and waited for who knew what? He heard a sound behind him, but was unable to turn around to see what had caused it. Terry hated himself for getting himself caught in this stupid situation.

"Well, well, well, we finally meet again don't we Batman? Except this time you can't move how tragic." It was Spellbinder, who else.

"What do you want this time?" Terry said feeling completely stupid asking this when he couldn't even look the fiend in the face.

"This time Batman it's not a matter of what I want, it's a matter of what you want," He hit a switch or something, it was impossible to tell. The wall that Terry was facing turned. Of course, another trick, nothing was new with this creep was it? When it fully turned around he noticed an unconscious Chelsea shackled to a stage.

Well it all finally added up, he had used Chelsea to trap him. But how did Spellbinder know who he was?

A laugh came from up near the roof, of course, behind him.

"Good question Batman! You see I am a telepath, and I have been studying you very closely," Well that made since, crazy lunatic could read minds! Terry was furious now!

"Let her go! She did nothing!" Terry shouted wishing he could look both of those jerks in the eye.

"I'm sorry Batman, but you see, we won't leave without a hostage. And we already have one so you see it's impossible to let her go. Unless." Spellbinder was playing his normal mind games. Terry wasn't fooled; he was doing a lousy job this time. Except for the fact that he was immobile, that he had to give this fool credit for. And the telepath, how did they hook up? Terry didn't know, or care for the matter. All he cared about was getting him and Chelsea out of here and lock these two goons up in Arkham, where they belonged.

"Hahaha unless you change places with her, since you are now officially a hostage as well!" Spellbinder, had planned this for a long time to get this far.

He knew that the psychopath was reading his every thought, and he knew that the psychopath already knew what Terry was going to say. Of course he was going to change places, their plan had worked perfectly. The telepath just wouldn't tell his boss because then Spellbinder wouldn't have the pleasure of hearing this news come out from Terry's own mouth. That would be guaranteeing that he had won, that he had beaten the unbeatable Batman himself. Terry knew this but followed through anyways. His head bowed and he said "I'll take her place," and it was done, Chelsea was released, all she had been was a diversion for their ultimate prey. They had succeeded in their long planned quest, they had caught Batman.
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Barbara went to the hospital, where she heard that Chelsea had been sent. She stopped at the desk.

"What room is she in?" She asked the assistant.

"Oh you mean Chelsea? Just around the corner, she was traumatized so please be careful." said the woman at the counter.

"Don't worry she's in good hands," Barbara said as she left to find the girl's room.

Around the corner she was lying in bed. Gordon walked in and Chelsea put down a book that she had been reading.

"Hello? What do you want?" She said.

"Can you tell me where they took you and who did this to you?" said the Commissioner.

"Yeah sure I'll tell you what I can remember, but I wasn't conscious through most of it." replied Chelsea.

"Then go ahead please." Gordon had been surprised that this girl had been so willing so early, but was glad in a way because it would save her a lot of trouble in the end.

"I was just going to go to sleep ya know? Then out of nowhere there was this guy wearing the weirdest suit you've ever seen staring out at me from the foot of my bed, he took me and tied me up. After he did that I felt something smack me on the head real hard, and then I woke up here." Chelsea said. So no she hadn't seen much, let alone know where she was, but maybe Barbara could get something out of her, who it was.

"Do you know what the costume looked like?" She asked, hoping.

"Well I didn't get but a second to look at him, but come to think of it, he looked a lot like Batman. But why would Batman do that do you think?" Chelsea asked.

"I don't know, but I plan to find out, thank you." Barbara walked away, reminiscing on the day that the entire police force was sent on Batman for a tape that had been hacked, and a crime that he didn't commit. She was pretty sure that it had not been Terry, because she had come to learn to trust the kid, but it could be more.

Mind control? Or perhaps Spellbinder? But Spellbinder couldn't hurt anyone with an illusion? Maybe he had tricked the girl to hit herself, or new technology? But the most intriguing thought that had crossed her mind that day, was the thought of a shape shifter. But who did they know that was alive today that could shape shift? There was J'onn but why would they take control of his mind when they could just do Terry? And wouldn't it be impossible to take over a telepath anyways? There was one other person that she could think of that could have shape shifted to pretend to be Batman. But that was impossible. He was dead. There was no way it could be Clayface. But then again if the Joker could come back couldn't anybody from their past?

Terry looked up, he could move now but he was trapped in a cage of some kind.

"Good to see that you're awake Batsy!" It was that fool of a telepath that had captured him in the first place.

"You son of a-"Terry charged at him but smacked into a wall. He wouldn't let these stupid walls keep him caged. Once again a host of villains underestimated him. He went to the other end of the room, and threw one of his Batbombs at the wall where the psycho was staring at him, like he was a beast for a zoo that had just been captured.

The bomb exploded and did nothing but make the room full of smoke.

"Genius isn't it? This wall is made by a material that Darkside himself, invented. It was made to keep Superman caged up and it works well. In fact one of the layers even has lead in it so he couldn't even see out with x-ray. It was one of his more brilliant ideas and we took it from him, since Superman isn't a threat. In fact the Justice League itself is so pathetic not even they are a threat to us anymore. But you. You are the biggest threat right now thanks to your amplified strength and that ancient Batman behind your cowl. But we don't have to worry about him, or you anymore isn't that right Clayface?"

An all too familiar voice responded; "Absolutely," It was Terry's voice.

Terry ran and started clawing the wall in pure anger.

"Huh how pathetic, he can't even escape from a cage, let alone live, go on Clayface and make him die believably." Terry stopped; they were going to use Clayface to fake his death.

"NNNNOOOO DON'T!" He yelled. Then he heard his own voice laughing at him as it faded away into the shadows.

"Don't worry Batman we won't tell them your secret," Said the telepath.

"You son of a -" Terry started

"I wouldn't cuss if I were you batsy,"