The conversation between Harvey and Jason's dad continued as if nothing had just happened, but I kept getting glares from the men. Almost as if daring me to disturb them again. They better quit it or I just might.

A few moments later my hologlove buzzed again, signalling that Batman had left the call. Hopefully, that meant he'd understood my message and was on his way. If not, I'd have to do something stupid.

Having nothing else to do I turned my attention to the call.

Jason's dad was crying.

"You have to understand! I had no choice, Jason!" he pleaded desperately.

I literally saw something in Jason snap.

"No!" Jason screamed, startling his dad, as well as three of the men.

"No, you always have a choice! You could've gotten a job at fucking Walmart or something, but no! You had to get involved with Two-face of all people. And to top that off, you suddenly think that you can get away with betraying him just like that. How did you not think something like this would happen?"

Jason finished his rant with tears of anger running down his cheeks, and his whole body was shaking.

"Son-" Jason's dad started, but Jason cut him off.

"Don't. This is your fault"

Jason's dad let out a defeated sigh. I think he finally realized how badly he really fucked up.

"Now that we're all caught up on the situation, I believe some sort of punishment is in place," Harvey said, sounding way too cheery.

Harvey took out his coin again and seemed to silently decide what the coin's sides meant this time.

He flipped the coin, frowning when it came down.

"No, that'll not do" he muttered, before flipping the coin again.

This time he smirked. Bad sign.

Harvey held out his hand toward one of the men, who handed him a gun. Harvey weighed the gun in his hand for a moment, before pointing it at Jason.

I realized too late what was happening. The gun went off and the bullet embedded itself in Jason's shoulder. It took a second for the pain to hit him, but, oh god, the scream that followed was enough to give anyone nightmares.

"JASON!" I screamed.

Another shot was fired, hitting Jason in the leg.

"No! Please, don't hurt him!" his dad pleaded.

Harvey, smirking, lowered the gun and handed it to one of his men.

"You don't want me to hurt your son, Mr. Todd?" he asked, keeping eye contact with Jason's dad.

"P-please. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt my son" Jason's dad stuttered out.

Harvey's smile was a bit unsettling.

"Anything?"

Jason's dad nodded weakly.

"Well then, you will tell commissioner Gordon to go to the docs tonight to intercept a trade. Then you'll take the blame when the commissioner dies. Understood?"

Jason's dad looked hesitant, but when Harvey placed a what would've been a comforting hand on Jason's shoulder, if not for the wound, and Jason had to bite back a scream, Jason's dad quickly agreed.

"Then it's settled. You will be dropped off close to the station. And remember, it's not only you who will pay if you even think of betraying me again" Harvey said, before closing the laptop and ending the call.

"Take the other away. I'm going to have a little chat with Jason" Harvey ordered.

I think the fuck not!

"Don't you fucking dare, you overgrown fucktard of a carrot!" I yelled when one of the men tried to grab me.

My comment was, unsurprisingly, ignored.

The man untied me from the chair but left my hands tied together. I was then rudely hoisted over his shoulder like a ragdoll, which I was definitely going to kill him for.

I looked back at Jason, who had gone pale, realizing he'd be alone with Harvey, and I just wanted to give him a hug and promise that everything would be okay.

I tried to think of something comforting to say, but I was dragged out of the room before I could even open my mouth.

The man took me to what had once probably been an office, but all that remained was a broken office chair, a dim flickering light in the ceiling, and a bookshelf with only a stack of old newspapers.

The man put me down -more like threw me onto the floor- next to some sort of pipe. He tied me to the pipe, the rope feeling like it was cutting off the circulation in my hands.

"Now you be a good boy, and I won't put a bullet in your head. Okay?" the man said before leaving the room, though I didn't hear any footsteps going away, so I assumed he'd stayed right outside as a guard.

I quickly scanned the room for cameras, or any other surveillance equipment, but found none. Not really too surprising, considering Harvey's plan had originally been to kidnap just Jason; I was just a bonus, so of course they hadn't prepared extra.

Seeing as I was practically unsupervised at the moment, I made an attempt at sending out a less obscure call for help. It failed. My hand movement was too restricted, and the pipe made it impossible to even get a glimpse of the screen. Guess I was back to relying on Batman.

~~~

No one bothered me for a while. It was just me and my thoughts (not a very pleasant company, I might add).

I was in this constant state of worry for Jason. I mean, the kid had gotten shot two times for fuck's sake! There was no way he was okay.

I tugged tentatively on my restraints, but it only seemed to make the knots even tighter.

Realizing there wasn't really anything I could do, I drew my knees to my chest and leaned my head against the cold wall.

With literally nothing to do I settled on trying to memorize everything about the room, something I'd been doing from time to time to train my memory and observation skills.

I started with the walls. They were made of cement, with a sickly green coat of paint flaking off in many places, and completely missing in others. I counted seventeen cracks, plus a random golf ball-sized dent in the wall to my left. There also seemed to be some sort of water damage spreading from the top of the walls. Yuck.

The ceiling was crammed with pipes and wires. You almost couldn't see the once-white tiles. Though that might've been for the best anyway, as the same disgusting dampness from the walls seemed to have originated in the ceiling. There was also a tile missing, now laying on the floor below.

The floor looked like it was straight out of SAW, with unidentifiable stains scattered across it, and random piles of trash. There was a cracked wooden plank in one of the corners. Maybe remains of some sort of desk.

The light suddenly flickered aggressively, turned off for almost half a minute, before coming back on, accompanied by a slightly concerning buzz. That was sure to be some sort of OSHA-violation.

I was about to continue what I was doing when I heard a scream. Jason's scream.