Next chapter! Looks like this story is coming to an end buddies, should only be a matter of a chapter or so. Hope you guys enjoy this part though, since I'm really bad I showing what's actually happening between what's happening on the screen.
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He wasn't quite sure how long it had been. An hour, two, four… maybe a day. But that wasn't important. The amount of time that passed was just a small problem to the one he had gotten himself into. His ears were on the constant alert as voices were always heard from the room, telling him that he still was not alone. There was no way he could show his captors that he was awake. That would lead to more pointless arguments, even though he did enjoy them, and more brutal attacks, which he was not going to stand for.
So the boy sat and listened, his head hanging forward. His four years of experience told him to test his senses every hour to make sure he wasn't cutting off circulation. And plus after all the blows to the head, he was slight kind of fuzzy. The ebony's face tensed for a moment, his eyes were already closed and he slowly opened them up, bright blue shown through the dark shadow of his face.
"Come on the boss man wants us in office now."
"Hell Dean, that bastard don't give shit bout us."
"But he's payin' your bills so let's move it."
The voices then softened slowly and soon were not heard. The boy sat there for a few more minutes until he was sure they were gone. He then picked up his head, feeling dizzy has he did. The world spun around on him, but Dick refused to let that slow him down.
Instead, the raven-haired boy looked around the room to make sure he was alone. His eyes darted in front of him and caught the small camera that was still propped close him. He tried to tug his feet forward, but then he remembered they were tied to the legs of the chair and that those were chained to what looked like bricks or cinder blocks. Dick paused and stared at the cinder blocks, hard in thought. His then glanced back up the camera.
If only he could get the camera on... that was it!
The boy twisted his head to the right and saw the small zipper that was sewn onto his jacket. The long line of metal ran down his torso and ended at the bottom of the expensive coat. It might just be long enough. Now for the hard part. The teen bit down on the top part where the metal was stitched in. His teeth tightened into the jacket and he tugged his head to the side.
There was a small ripping noise and the shock of getting cut ran through Dick.
He felt blood start into his mouth again. He let go of the now unattached part of the zipper line and paused, bringing his head back so he was looking at the camera again. His tongue ran over the incision he made in his mouth.
It was gross.
But Dick turned his head to the right again and gripped the stitching between his teeth, this time it was lower though. And again, he yanked his head to the left. This time the rip was louder. The raven-haired boy felt another shock from the pain come to him, but instead of letting go, he gripped the free part of the locket metal string and continued to pull. This task became easier as he zipped off more and more. Soon he was at the end and he gave the zipper line one last hard tug.
There was a sound that was almost like a popping and the whole thing came off the jacket.
Dick's head went back to its forward position. The long strand of metal hung from his mouth, his teeth clenched tightly, holding the end of it caught in two different places between his teeth. The raven-haired boy paused and now looked up at the camera. With the flick of his head, the metal strained whipped out in front of him, striking the video camera near the lens.
Dick gave off a grunt of annoyance. He stopped again and made sure he had his target clear, before shooting his head out, the whip now striking the little side button. It was lucky too because then if flung from the teen's mouth, landing across the room. That didn't matter though.
With a grin, the hacker looked up to see the green light on, showing him that he was live in all of Gotham.
"Is that, that boy?"
"Mommy I'm scared!
"These people are psycho!" screams where heard from Gotham, as the boy's face appeared back on the screen. They expected more live beatings, although what came next was surely a pleasant surprise.
"Bruce," The boy started right away, not wanting to waste any more time than he had trying to turn the camera on.
"There are two guys, the shorter one is Rich, and the taller one is Dean. They're working for some boss that is apparently 'paying their bills'." Dick explained in a horse, but strong voice. His eyes kept darting to the window and he took a moment to make sure no one was there with him.
Batman had been watching this from the Batmobile on the small screen. After multiple searches around the city, he had a pretty good idea where his son is. But more information on the thugs never hurt.
"I get the feeling that they aren't going to keep the money; that it's going towards something else. Like a 'donation' to take over the world thing. I know I'm in the east side of Gotham, where the old apartment buildings are. That's all I could-" here the boy stopped, his heart starting racing. Voices. He recognized Dean's and Rich's voice right away, but now there was another one. It was their boss.
The Dark Knight had a hard time looking at the road as he heard the voices too. This is was perfect. They would catch their boss's face on camera. But also was deadly if they found out it was on.
The raven-haired boy remained completely still as everyone in Gotham stared up at the TV, holding their breath. As if they would hear the people watching.
"He's in here?"
"Yes sir."
"Did Wayne give us the money yet?"
"Not yet, we sent him 'em little 'motivation' like ya said."
"Good..."
Batman's grip tightened around the wheel as he realized this was the man that had told them to hurt Dick. He was going to pay dearly.
People then started filing in. First the thugs, then the boss. Dick kept his head forward as he realized who the boss was right away. He then put on a completely spaced out and blank face before the villains came into view of the camera.
Batman didn't look down, he already knew who was boss was.
A man with half of a normal face, and half of a torn up and charred one then appeared on the screen. The people of Gotham recognized him too. It was Two Face.
"This the brat?" he questioned in a deep and scratchy voice.
"That's him alright. Little twerp bit me." Rich replied now.
"Don't be a pussy Rich." Dean now cut in with a glare.
"I ain't bein' a pussy."
"Then shut up."
While the two continued to argue, Two Face crouched down to the tied up boy, who kept it 'out of it' look still.
"Why hasn't your father paid yet?" he asked in a weird tone of voice. It wasn't harsh or violent, but it gave off the feeling that if Bruce didn't pay very soon, something bad was going to happen.
"Maybe he doesn't feel like giving to the mentally incapable." Dick replied in a cocky voice, now shooting him is best glare.
"Cute." The villain smirked, patting Richard on the cheek. He then stood up and walked off the screen.
"Rich, get the camera on." He ordered.
Dick felt himself tense. In a matter of moments they would find out that the camera had been on this whole time. His only hope now was that Bruce or Batman, whoever he was at the time, was able to figure it out and was on his way now.
Able to figure it out?
Heck, he was just hoping that he wouldn't come too late. There was no question in the boy's mind that he had already figured it out before his little broadcast.
"What the hell?!" A cry cut out from the screen.
"What's the problem?"
"The camera is already on!"
"Get out of the way!" Two Face's voice snapped at the man before the camera shook a little. Suddenly, the villain was on screen, and had Dick in a choke hold. He held the boy by his neck; the chair's legs were off the ground.
"You little brat! I'll have you skinned!" He screamed into the teen's face.
The billionaire's son struggled to get air, his face turning slightly red. He clenched his teeth.
"Boss, you want us to turn off the camera?"
Two Face looked back now, still holding his hostage. He grinned with the good side of his face. It was the look that said he had a plan.
"Keep it on. I think we've done enough waiting now." The villain then dropped Richard back onto the ground. However, the chair was off balance and he handed on his side. The boy cringed on impact before opening his eyes back up.
The camera followed as it got into a better position to see the two. Two Face then crouched down behind the boy who held an indignant look. He pulled on his restraints, making a last ditch effort to get free. The teen looked more frustrated and less like the innocent victim.
The villain behind him reached into his suit. From the white half of his jacket, a concealed weapon was revealed. It was a shiny metal pistol. He cocked it and pointed it to the boy's head.
Screams erupted from the crowds in Central Gotham. It was now a massive swarm off bystanders. Police were trying to clear some of the mass as more people in the crowd started going into something like a riot.
Dick felt the cold barrel against his temple and swallowed hard before giving his captor an unseen glare.
Meanwhile, Batman raced through the crowded streets Gotham as people cheered him on from the sidewalks. The Gotham Police waved him off as he blasted as incredible speeds.
"Looks like your ward will be meeting your parents you lost so many years ago, Wayne." Two Face said leaning into the boy and pressing the barrel into the boy's head, twisting it around.
Richard winced as he did so. Sweat started forming his forehead and it felt the villain's finger on the trigger, about the finish him. His heart rate was thudding rapidly. He could barely hear anyone else in the room anymore as the evil doer kept talking.
The ebony-haired boy's memories flashed in front of his eyes without him wanting them to; everything from his parent's deaths to starting the Young Justice team. He felt blood race through his veins as his heart rate increased.
Batman glanced down at the screen and looked back up ahead. He knew he wasn't going to make it in time. He was at least 4 miles away and Two Face was going to pull the trigger any second. There was no way he could get to him.
"Say goodbye." The villain grinned before pulling the trigger.
