A/N: Mental image for Victoria, just think if you took Rachel from Friends and gave her Janice's personality and voice.
I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Silent Knight – Hostage
December 13th
The next evening found Bruce at the Gotham Hilton for the annual Wayne Foundation Christmas Charity event that he had started in honor of his parents. The place was well decorated, Alfred was so good at this type of thing, and every detail was thought of.
He shook hands with a few people as he made his way inside. For the most the incident on his birthday had been forgotten. He still got the occasional stare or odd look, but he was old news, they had moved on to the latest gossip. And besides, he was still the richest man in the room.
He walked to the bar and ordered a drink. He returned a few smiles and posed for a the cameras as they snapped away. As he leaned against the bar and sipped his drink his eyes cased the room, it had become like a reflex. There was Mrs. Dawnson talking to James Vance, they are having an affair. At a small table, Tom Sandler was drunk and entertaining a group of other men, it sounded like they were talking about his latest business dealings. Too bad he's bankrupt…
"Oh Brucie! BRUCE WAYNE! Where have you been hiding?" Victoria almost yelled from across the room. Bruce sighed, oh god, please not her. It wasn't that she wasn't attractive, she was. It was her annoying voice that sent shivers up his spine. I can face the most evil criminals of the underworld without so much as blinking, but this woman scares the shit out of me.
She made her way over to him, her tight olive colored dress clinging to every curve on her body. Her blond hair all done up in a twist.
"I haven't been hiding…" Bruce started to defend himself.
"That's all right, I forgive you." She pressed in close to him and took over the conversation. "So why haven't you called? You promised to call, remember? You said that you would call the next day…"
"You know, I was going…" He started to defend himself again.
"Well that's ok, but just don't let it happen again." She giggled. "Now I'm free tomorrow…"
"Oh there you are Bruce. I've been looking all over for you." A woman's voice interrupted them.
Bruce turned to see a beautiful red haired girl in a black dress that hugged all the right places. She was about 5'6' with her shoes he guessed, with blue eyes and a dazzling smile.
"Sorry, I…uh… ran into an old friend." Bruce snagged an extra glass of champagne, "I was just coming back with your drink. Nice seeing you again Victoria."
The girl in black accepted the glass and took his arm as he led her to the other side of the room.
"You're my hero, thanks." He smiled at her, "I'm…"
"Bruce Wayne, I know. You looked a little helpless over there. I don't normally rescue men in distress, but…you had a cute face." She flirted with him.
"I owe you, Miss…"
"Yes you do owe me, I think you can start to repay me by asking me to dance."
Bruce smiled, "Of course."
He guided her to the dance floor; a slow moving jazz rift was playing from the band on stage. He put his hand on the small of her back and took her hand and began to slowly move around the floor. She was intoxicating, the way she moved and smiled. It was almost like a dream.
He was enjoying himself so much that he missed seeing the man slip up behind them. In one quick motion the man grabbed her. Bruce moved to stop him but the man had pulled out a knife and held it to her neck. Several people screamed behind him as they realized what was going on. The dance floor quickly cleared and gave the man and his hostage some space.
"Get back if you want her to live." The man said in a low husky voice that sounded like gravel as he moved towards the ballroom door. Bruce got a good look at the man; he was dressed in a black muscle shirt, black pants, shaved head and…goggles.
"What do you want? Maybe we can work something out if you let her go." Bruce said never taking his eyes off the man.
"Not a chance." The man said with a smirk as he threw the girl over his shoulder and ran out the door.
Bruce ran after him and hit the door hard, only to find it had been braced from the outside. He turned and ran to one of the emergency exits. He found himself on a fire escape ten floors up. He pulled a small grapple from his under his shirt and shot it towards the roof. As he ascended he began to strip off his tux to reveal his costume underneath. As he reached the top he pulled his mask over his head.
He had guessed right, his serial killer had gone to the roof. He was just emerging from the stairs.
"Let her go." He commanded in his low growling voice.
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