Author's Note: Well its been a little bit since I have updated. I'm working on it the story is almost over just a few more chapters (I hope)

Terry woke up to find himself in a room with an awkward red light glowing down on him. He had been standing somehow.

Where am I? What happened? He thought.

His muscles were sore, so he tried to stretch them out, when he started to do so, he discovered that he was chained to a wall and the floor.

That's new, why would they want to chain me up?

The door opened and Terry's head shot up, just to find Psycho standing before him smiling. A glare crossed Terry's face.

"So what do you think of the new room? Cozy? We thought you could use a little light to brighten your spirit…" Psycho said, putting a bowel of food on a table near Terry.

"Since when do you care about how I feel?" He asked with no interest at all in the food.

Psycho's smile faded "It's my job to care, and to keep you alive, now eat!" He began to leave.

"Why do you keep me alive anyway? What point does it serve? It costs you money to feed me, so why waste it on a person who's been trying to book you for months?" Terry asked before Psycho could completely leave the room.

Psycho just laughed, "Well that IS the question isn't it? Eat Bats I will see you later!" His laugh was still heard while he shut the door behind him.

Terry's gaze went to the soup, and in frustration he kicked it over.

The phone rang. Barbara stared at it, hoping that it wasn't Ralph calling again to beg for MORE help on getting his lame reports of 'sightings' of that Spellbinder crook filed. She let out a groan and picked it up anyways.

"Gordon," She said routinely, with a sigh in her speech.

A few minutes later the phone dropped out of her hands, a coat disappeared off the coat rack, keys were taken from a desk, and the Commissioner of Gotham had left her office.

The door swung open, and Terry's angered gaze reached the Psychopath's once more.

"That's no way to treat our hospitality!" Psycho said like an old lady, getting out a mop and cleaning up the soup. "We bring food and you throw it all over the place!"

"I'm not the type to eat from goons who treat me like I'm nothing but a rag doll, sorry for the disappointment," Terry implied feeling resolved in that statement.

"NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO YOU JUST WON'T COOPERATE! YOU STUPID KID! IF YOU DON'T SOON YOU WILL REGRET IT!" Psycho spat, Terry was sure there were veins popping out of his neck when he yelled. Ha I think his feeling were hurt crybaby!

He decided to push it further, "Why would I ever cooperate with a pile of trash like you?"

"BECAUSE THE LIFE OF THE OLD MAN AND YOUR FRIENDS ARE AT STAKE HERO!"Psycho yelled back.

Terry kept his mouth shut after that last comment.

"There now, isn't that better? Now why don't you eat?" Psycho placed a fresh bowel of soup on the now standing table.

When I get out of here he will pay dearly for this! Terry snatched the bowel of soup angrily, and started drinking.

A smile crossed Psycho's face, "We shall see, now won't we Bats? We shall see!"

A car pulled up and she stepped out. Bruce stared down from the second floor and watched every move Barbara made, seemingly sizing her up. When she reached the interface he pushed the button on his side and asked her,

"Why did I do what I did?" She would understand it if she was Barbara.

Clark looked at him curiously, he had never known the answer to that question. Barbara's gaze down in the driveway maneuvered up to the window. A few seconds later in the room, the answer was heard.

"Your parents Bruce, they died when you were eight and you wanted to spend the rest of your life saving people like you, people that were alone. You saved them Bruce, in more ways then some of them even deserved to be saved…"

Satisfied, Bruce allowed the gate to be opened. He then grabbed his cane, looked at Clark, and started to head downstairs. Clark followed behind in deep thought.

When the two reached the bottom of the staircase the front door was opened. Barbara walked in and her eyes shifted from Bruce to Clark. There was no hello, they just went right down to business.

"Where is he? How is he alive?" She asked.

Bruce stayed silent, his eyes were on Clark, so that's where Barbara's turned.

"He is being held in a warehouse on the southern tip of Gotham, he's held prisoner by Spellbinder, a crook I've never seen before… they called him Psycho and…" His eyes traveled to Bruce. "Clayface,"

Bruce's eyes narrowed, "Then it was him behind the radioactive scam in Metropolis,"

"Why would he do that and return to Gotham? When he could easily be captured by Batman?" Barbara questioned.

"He was hired," Bruce stated, "Someone must have been after Terry,"

"Why would someone go through all the trouble just to kidnap him? Why not just kill him? Unless they didn't think that was good enough…" Barbara brainstormed confused.

"No, they wanted to use him," Clark spoke up.

"Use him for what, bait?" Barbara asked.

"No, Barbara, for his powers," Bruce answered.

Dana pulled up into her driveway, glad to be home. It was always a long day for her anymore, and home had always been her sanctuary. All the professors' lectures were long and boring, she always envied those who could actually sit in class and pay attention, let alone stay awake. Work was always horrendous, since the boss gave HER all the work while him and her coworkers laughed in their heads. She was sick of it, she couldn't wait to get out of college and get a real job.

With a sigh she threw her keys on the end table and looked at the answering machine. There was one message. She groaned thinking that it was probably Chelsea asking her to go to the mall where Dana worked. Irritably she tapped the button and listened.

"If you want you and your family to live then go to the bridge at 9o'clok to the dot, ALONE! Don't call the cops, or your friends! We have your family so don't even think of trying anything!" The voice said..

In the background she heard a faint, yet familiar voice say "…you swore not to hurt them, you son of a….." The rest was a ring tone.

She stood there, silent and shocked. Strangely it wasn't the fact that someone had kidnapped her parents and threatened to kill them and her that shocked her the most. No, it was the person in the background. She quickly played it again to be sure. When she was positive she said one simple word as a tear fell from her cheek,

"Terry."

Author: I have the bad habbit of leaving you guys hanging, I apologize for myself ;