(Two chapters within the same month? Who are you and what have you done with Tonycakes? The truth is a bout of inspiration has taken over. I'm on a roll so far! I hope you enjoy!)

Chapter 8

The first thing that got me about him was the giant scar on his face. Where would a bell boy get such a distinct scar? Was there a luggage accident? Not to mention that the suit was pulling at the seems. He needed a couple sizes bigger. In fact, the uniforms seemed small on all the buff busboys. They must get a good work out carrying luggage. The tallest man knocked on the glass. It was a light, gentle tap. Almost friendly. Gordon rolled down his window.

"Can I park your car around back sir?" He questioned in his deep voice. This guy would be a good bass.

"No thank you. The GCPD called earlier about transporting Sarina Gibson." Gordon explained. The man eyed me in the back. A wicked grin grew on his face.

"That's all I needed to hear." He replied. In an instant he had a pistol trained on the Commissioner. The lieutenant reached for his gun until the other bellboys pointed a couple of rifles at him. Both of the officers raised their hands in the air. I followed suit.

"I'm gonna have to ask you to step out of the vehicle." One of the guys ordered. His buddies laughed. The cops exited the vehicle as the thugs slammed the butt of their weapons into their heads. They were out cold. I started to reach for the handle.

"Not you, bitch!" Another guy shouted. I raised my hands up eye as he aimed the gun at me. He laughed at the fear in my eyes as he got into the drivers seat. The second got into the passenger seat and the third made his way towards the back seat with me.

"Ya gonna unlock it or what?" The third asked, impatiently. As soon as I heard the click of the locks I ripped the car door open and scrambled to the outside world. The third guy had managed to get into the car and grab my arm. He was strong. The man yanked me into the backseat once again. He wrapped his arm around my waist, trying to get a better grip. But I fought on. I scratched and kicked. I put up one hell of a fight.

"What the hell is wrong with ya, Buzz? The brat's kickin' your ass." The driver laughed. "Give him a hand, Axe." He said to the passenger. He chuckled as he got out of the car and came around to my side. I kicked him away from the door, Axe was taken back, but pulled himself together. He grabbed my feet and shoved them in before immediately slamming the door. Fuck. I immediately tried to kick the window open. No use. This glass was made to keep prisoners in. Axe got back into the passenger seat.

"We're good." Axe said as Buzz started the engine. Fuck Fuck Fuck.

"Let me go!" I shouted, mostly in frustration.

"Would you shut her the fuck up?" Buzz groaned in annoyance. The third guy put a big beefy hand over my mouth. My instincts kicked in as I bit him.

"GAH-OW! She fucking bit me!" The third guy yelped.

"You're such a pussy." Axe snapped.

"Dude, this bitch is tough." He defended himself. Struggling was not helping. After ten minutes I had just about giving up. Squirming is hard. The third guy still kept his vice grip on me though.

"Looks like she's given up." Axe chuckled.

"Took her long enough." The third guy scoffed.

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded.

"I don't think you're in the position to be so demanding, doll face." Buzz laughed, looking at me through the rear view mirror. "Just be happy you ain't dead yet."

The third guy was having a fun time touching my boob throughout the car ride. I tried pushing him off but it wasn't much use. I was just thankfully he wasn't reaching into my jeans. Gee, what a gentleman. Soon enough, the car had pulled up behind the iceberg lounge. Yes, the iceberg lounge. Where the rich and famous came to freeze their asses off and eat overpriced food. Why the heck would they take me here. The boys got out of the car as I was pulled out along with them. My struggling started up again. It took both the third guy and Axe to drag me into the building.

"Don't you dare let her disturb the guests." Buzz ordered. A couple more hands covered over my mouth. My teeth had no effect on Axe's tough skin. We went directly behind the dinning hall. I could hear the happy customers drinking and laughing away. Little did they know that there was a kidnapping take place just a few feet away. Buzz opened a fancy looking door at the end of the hall. "Ladies first." He motioned for me to enter as I didn't have much of a choice. The two other guys threw me into the room right on my ass. The door was promptly locked behind me. Great. And I thought I was going to get a facial tonight.

"I hope my boys weren't too rough on ya, love." A cockney accent chuckled. I looked up at my captor. Oswald Cobblepot stood before me. Cigar in hand. "I gotta tell ya, this is just about the easiest million I've ever made."

"I thought you hated Joker." I pointed out.

"Ya got that right. But I figured this little business deal was worth it." Cobblepot explained. "It was just too easy to pass up."

"So where is he?" I growled in annoyance.

"Don't worry love, we have dinner reservations. He and his girlfriend will be joining us this evening." Cobblepot explained.

"Whatever will I wear?" I questioned sarcastically.

"I'm glad you asked." He grinned darkly. In an instant, a couple of goons came in and grabbed me. They had a firm grip on me. The little man opened up a nearby cupboard and pulled out a long purple dress. "Make sure she gets into this." He tossed the dress to the first thug and the matching shoes to the other one. My eyes widened at the realization of what was about to happen. "Go on, get on with it!"

The first guy looked at his buddy. As they dragged me towards a nearby bathroom.

"Best. Job. Ever." He stated proudly.

The hostess knew something important was happening tonight. She knew it when Mr. Cobblepot had requested that his personal table be set for four and prepared for 7 o'clock. An important business meeting was her guess. The lucky guest was under the name "Jack Napier" Needless to say it was going to be a big night. As soon as she thought that, eccentric billionaire Bruce Wayne waltzed in with a blonde on his arm.

"Wayne for two." He smirked. The hostess felt herself flush at his good looks. "And if you could, a table in the nicest section you've got.

"Of course, right this way." She giggled as she lead the couple to a nice table in the nicest section of the restaurant. Just as she promised. It should be the nicest anyway, Cobblepots' personal table was just a couple spots away. Speak of the devil there he was. Sitting at the table right next to a young girl. She did not look happy to be there at all.

"Thank you very much." He said in his suave way as he tipped her $50.

"No Mr. Wayne, thank you!" The hostess smiled as she practically skipped back to the hostess stand. It was only a few moments later when a rather noisy couple entered the establishment. "Can I help you?"

"The name's Napier. Jack Napier." The man chuckled deeply. The hostess did not like the looks of this.

After half an hour of struggling, I had been stripped down and changed into a beautiful silk purple gown. I would have admired the way the dress hugged my curves, perhaps if I were wearing it under different circumstances. I think the boys had the greatest night they had ever had working for a criminal. It was actually quite comical watching the boys trying to figure out how the straps worked and which limb went where. If it wasn't happening to me, I probably would've laughed. After the "incident" the men had pulled me back out into the office. The penguin held his arm out to me as I was escorted into the dinning room. I felt a needle touch the back of my neck.

"If you make so much as a peep you'll be out like a light." The thug whispered in my ear. I didn't doubt that. The thugs had sat me down and immediately attached a handcuff to my ankle and the table. Great. The thug slipped the needle to Cobblepot.

"Just in case, love." He smirked as he rested his hand on my thigh. So, just to recap. I was kidnapped, forced out of my clothes and chained to a table next to Mr. Cobblepot awaiting the man who put a bounty on my head. My days just got more and more interesting.

I started staring off into space. There was no use in making small talk with my kidnapper. Besides, people watching is one of my favorite pass times. That's about when I noticed an attractive gentleman enter the room. Could it be? Bruce Wayne?

"Uhg, Wayne. What an arse." Cobblepot muttered under his breath. Was there anyone he liked? I noticed Wayne look over at me and wink. Wait...was he winking at me? I mean, this dress did look good on me but Bruce Wayne? I still got it. Oh god, Sarina, not the time! "Heads up Dollface, the clown's here." My heart stopped as I looked up at the approaching couple. A bubbly blonde airhead held on tightly to the arm of a very pale man in a dark suit. He looked at me with a wicked grin that sent shivers down my spine.