Chapter 21: Siren's Song

Jason's POV

The teacher was blabbing on and on about some 'important' dead guy. History is the stupidest subject ever! I'm so bored! Only five more minutes until I can leave this prison, then the weekend is here!

The door to the class was being opened slowly, by… Oh. My. God. She is sexy. Beautiful long wavy blonde hair fell down past her shoulders. She has emerald eyes, stands at 5'8, great ass, big and beautiful lips, and her boobs! Oh! My! God!

She wasn't wearing her tie, her skirt was definitely not fingertip length, her jacket was opened, and she was wearing a way too tight tank top that revealed her sexy boobs! She completely ignored the school uniform rules! This is my kinda woman.

"Excuse me, Miss …." The professor asked.

"Name's Siren Song." She answered with an incredible bored look on her face.

"Mrs. Song, are you aware of our school's dress code?" Professor boring blabbermouth asked.

"Yeah, like I'm actually going to listen to your stupid rules." She answered while tossing her sexy hair.

The bell suddenly rang and my cellmates made a break for it, leaving me, my boring teacher, and my soon-to-be girlfriend alone.

The teacher suddenly turned his attention to me. "Did you need something Mr. Todd-Wayne?" he asked.

"Nope." I answered.

"Then you are excused." He said bluntly.

I got up and walked out, making sure to check her ass out. I reached into my pocket for my box of precious cigarettes. Maybe I could smoke a little for Damian and Tim reached the car. She followed me about half a second later and caught my arm.

"Hey, I'm Siren." She announced, eyeing my cigarettes.

"Jason… you smoke?"

"No and neither will you." She answered while taking the box from my hand and tossing it into the garbage.

"You'd better pay for those."

She laughed at my statement. "Do you smoke at home?"

"No. My dad would kill me if he found out." I answered.

"I see. You're Daddy's little angel. I thought you were an adult. You don't have to do what he tells you. Besides, it's not like he's your real father. He's holding you back. He's trying to control you. It's your life and you should do what you want." She purred.

"I am an adult! And I'll do whatever I want when I want to!"

"Prove it. Which ones yours?" she asked while scanning the student parking lot.

I pointed to my fully tricked out Hummer.

"Hmm, I like it. Tell you what, I'll let you take me home." she answered while sliding her hand down my pants pocket digging around for my keys.

"Oh really? And where would your car be?"

A look of disgust crossed her face. "My mom brought me to this place today. This is the fifth time she's been married."

"That must have been bad going through a lot of divorces." I answered.

The corners of her mouth turned up into a sinister smile. "Actually, she's been widowed four times." She answered while snatching the keys from my pocket. "Well, are you going to drive or shall I?" she answered while giving me a playful smile.

I took my keys from her hand. "Well, my little brothers aren't here yet."

She gave me a disgusted look before kissing me and whispering in my ear, "I'm sure they could find another way home. Besides, it's your life, remember?"

********Break********

As I pulled into her driveway, she climbed into my lap, encircling her arms around my neck, and began kissing me passionately.

"My parents aren't home, won't be back till next week. You want to stay for a little while?"

"Hell yeah!" I answered her.

At that moment my cellphone rang. She slid her hands down my pocket and removed the phone.

"Daddy's calling for you. Better answer it, after all you are Daddy's little boy." She said in an annoyed voice.

"That's what voicemail is for and he's not my father." I said while tossing my phone into the backseat. "Now, where were we?"

********Break********

I walked through the door and found Bruce looking extremely pissed off.

"Jason, is there a reason why you left Tim and Damian at school today? Is there a reason why you refused to answer my calls?" Bruce said calmly while giving me his Batman glare.

"Yeah." I answered while pushing past him.

He grabbed my arm and jerked me back in front of him.

"I asked you a question!" he shouted.

"Get the hell off me! I'm an adult! I'll do whatever the hell I want!" I yelled, while trying to remove his vicelike grip from my arm.

His grip tightened and he dragged me up the stairs into his study. Shoving me into one of the chairs facing his desk, he stood before me, trying not to completely lose his temper.

"If you ever talk to me like that again, I'll-"

I stood up and yelled, "You're not my father! I can talk to you any way I want and I can do whatever the hell I want! I am sick and tired of everything! I'm done with you, I'm done with this life, and I'm done with everyone in this house! You can't control my life! It's mine! I hate you! I wish you had never adopted me!" I shoved him aside and reached for the door.

He grabbed my arm again, that's when I punched his jaw. A look of shock came across his face as he stumbled backwards a little, but I didn't care. I threw open his door, only to have Damian and Tim fall at my feet. Eavesdroppers!

I stepped over them, but my jacket was grabbed by Tim's hands. He looked up at me teary-eyed and begged, "Please don't go."

I detached his hands and stomped into the garage, only to be met by Dick.

"Jason, what's wrong?" he asked with concern, while stepping in front of me.

"Get the hell out of my way!" I growled between clenched teeth.

"Jay, I'm only trying to help you."

"I don't want your help!" I screamed while brutally shoving him onto the ground.

"Take your hands off Grayson!" Damian ordered while tugging at my arm.

I shoved him away from me a little too roughly, and he stumbled over Dick's Ducati Monster. He gave a surprised yelp as he tumbled over the bike. Dick was immediately beside him as I climbed into the Hummer.

********Break********

I rang her doorbell. The door opened slowly, revealing her sexy figure encased in Victoria's Secret lingerie.

"Jason, what are you doing here?" she asked, surprised.

"Siren, baby, it doesn't matter. All that matters is we're here together."

She took my hand and led me inside. "Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back." She said before kissing me passionately.

I started looking around. She has a nice house. I walked into her expensively furbished living room and looked around. A nice fireplace, Oriental rug, book shelf, expensive furniture, typical rich people stuff and a statue of a mermaid was sitting in the corner. As I walked around, I accidently tripped over the rug, but managed to catch myself by grabbing the mermaid. As I made contact with the statue, the bookshelf opened and revealed a secret room; might as well check it out.

I stepped into the room and every inch of the wall was covered with pictures of guys. That's kinda creepy. A little cabinet stood in the corner. I reached and opened the doors. Glass jars filled with hearts lined the shelves. I stumbled away from the cabinet in horror. I then felt something collide with the side of my skull, delivering me into darkness.

********Break********

Damn, my head hurts. What happened? I opened my eyes slowly and tried to sit up. I couldn't move. That's when it all came back to me. I found my wrists and legs securely tied to the headboard and footboard of her bed. Duct tape had been wrapped around my mouth several times. I struggled to free myself from the cords, but I was helpless. I couldn't even reach my knife in the back pocket of my jeans. Wait, where did my shirt go? Fear sank in as I realized that I can't move; I'm vulnerable. I am completely at her mercy. Calm down, Bruce or Dick will be here any… no, they're not coming for me. Not after what I said, not after what I did. I started silently screaming and thrashing around harder. I have to get out of here!

"Stop struggling, you'll only tire yourself out." She called out from the doorway of her bedroom. She stared at me with hunger and pity in her eyes.

She abandoned her post and moved to sit beside me, running her claw like nails over my bare torso. She sighed deeply. "We could have been so happy together. Why did you have to find my little secret?"

I gave no sign of a response.

The tone of her voice turned deadly as she screamed, "It's all her fault! Every time my mother remarried, my new daddy would spend all his time with her! It's not fair! Why!" She took a deep breath before continuing. "So, I decided to keep them for myself. I take their hearts, their love. That way, they can be with me always. And it wasn't only my fathers; I didn't want to share my brothers, uncles, cousins, and friends" She paused and planted a kiss on my duct taped lips. "and in your case, my lovers. How dare they give other attention to other people! I deserve their everything! I deserve your everything!"

She suddenly straddled me and started running her fingers through my hair. "You were so close to turning to me completely. So close. I tried so hard to talk you in to leaving your father and brothers. Then you willingly came! For me! But, then you had to go and find my little room!" she exclaimed while unsheathing a knife.

My eyes grew wide and I started to struggle again. I wanna go home! I want my father to get this crazy bitch away from me! Daddy, help me! I'm sorry! Please help me! I need you!

She reached out and stroked my cheek. "Shhh, it will only hurt for a little while. But, it will be okay. We'll be together forever this way." She purred while releasing my face and raising the knife above my racing heart.

An object spun through the air and knocked the weapon out of her hands as The Dark Knight appeared and tackled her off the bed; making sure to slam her head against the floor and cuffing her hands together a little too roughly.

"Nightwing, I have him. Return to the cave." He ordered into his comm link while taking his knife out and moving towards me.

"Is he alright?" I heard Nightwing ask.

"He will be."

Bruce's POV

I arrived just in time to see that bitch straddling a bound and gagged Jason! My Jason! My little boy! I am beyond pissed right now. Maybe I slammed her into the floor a little too roughly. Maybe I cuffed her a little too tightly. But I had every reason to! She thought she could take my son from me!

I pulled out my knife and sliced through his restraints and muzzle. "Are you alright, son?" I asked.

He looked up at me with tears in his eyes and sprang from the bed wrapping his arms around my neck, almost knocking me over.

"Daddy! I'm so sorry! I… I didn't mean anything I said earlier. I didn't know what I was doing. I'm so sorry! I don't hate you, I love you. And I'm thankful you adopted me. I…I-"

"Jason, calm down. It's all right. You're safe now." I interrupted his rambling.

"How, how did you find me? How did you know?" he asked in-between sobs.

"After you left, Damian gave me the description of the girl you left school with and Tim searched through the data base. Dick and I split up and went looking for you. Song is wanted for the murder of eighty victims including both of her parents. She spends part of her time posing as her deceased mother. We had to find you before it would be too late."

He nodded his head against my shoulder and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"I know. It'll be alright, son." I whispered.

I held him for a few more minutes, before contacting Gordon with my results.

"Am I in trouble?" Jason whispered quietly.

"Of course. You will apologize to your brothers as soon as we get home."

He nodded in response. "Then what?"

"You go to bed. I'm sure you've been punished enough for one night. We'll talk about it in the morning."

"For a minute, I didn't think you were going to come for me." he mumbled under his breath.

"Jason, there is nothing on this Earth or in this universe that could stop me from coming to save you."

"I love you too, Dad."

"Come on, Bluejay, let's go home."