The pain has finally started to dull, my senses are coming back it's about time. Time, I don't even know how long I've been here or for that matter where here is. Alls I do know is the bleeding has finally stopped, my back feels as it is beginning to be fuzzed together, and the thirst is getting to be more then I can bear. He did it. After all my careful work, the cases I solved, the villains I've faced I am now broken.
Laying face down deep in the hold of a ship lays billionaire Bruce Wayne only the man who is holding him doesn't realize that's who he has. Cowl still firmly over his face his captor only sees Batman. His uniform is in shreds dangling from his limp twisted body. The slow rise and fall of his chest the only sign that the caped crusader is even still alive, the once proud man is now broken. Abrasions are rampant over the exposed skin, his left forearm has bone breaking the skin, and he can not feel his legs.
Darkness engulfs him. No light reaches his cell. Bane made sure of it. After all he is a creature of the night that prefers the dark. His captor just wanted to be accommodating. There is no furniture for he needs none. The floor is his home it is where he has laid for five days now at the end of each session. Every time his body reaches the point where it can not take anymore Bane stops only to let him heal enough to live then it starts all over again.
Light finally envelops the room the prisoners eyes clamp shut from the overwhelming brightness. Someone has opened the door he can tell from the shadows movement. Bane. The only thought that goes through his mind, Bane has broken me. Unable to move Batman receives another beating from his captor and is left in darkness one more time.
"Why don't you unmask him boss?" A wispy voice made that way from smoking to much over the years asks, it's owner a older Columbian man. "After all you're the one who captured him. You broke him. So aint it fair you're the one who tells the world who Batman is?"
Sitting in a large chair Bane leans forward his face exposed mask in hand, "If that was the reason I wanted him yes but it is not." He then leans back closing his eyes listing to the whine of the motor of the boat and the splashing of water against the hull. "Besides it is worth more if no one knows before we sell him." The smile came to his face as if what he was doing was perfectly natural. That nothing was abnormal about what he was doing.
The boat speeds into the night just a simple yacht in the Caribbean. A simple boat that blends in with all the others that come there to enjoy the atmosphere, yet it holds a cargo far more valuable.
Note from the author
Okay I know I said the next chapter would be longer and I feel horrible it isn't. I decided to do little chapters for a reason. Well here it is, I want this story to appear serial like. I know corny reason. But trust me this story lends its self better to this format. I've decided that this story is going to be quite a few "chapters" long. Think Clone Wars like and you'll get the picture.