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Again Bruce was in a pitch black room, tied to a chair, and to be quite honest he felt like he was losing his touch getting captured so often. He cocked his head slightly to the left and saw another shadow, tied to a chair as well, and immediately remembered Dick was captured with him. The two nodded at each other, and both of them flipped forward in their chair, breaking their restraints. Dick was a bit better than Bruce was, then again Dick was always a better acrobat.
Once free, Dick began looking for an escape route while Bruce put his ear up against the wall to see if he was in another truck. Both detectives failed, they were in a room with no way out. After a couple last minute checks just to make sure there was no way out, the two men untucked their shirts reveling their utility belts. Bruce removed a flash light only to find the room painted completely black, ceiling, door, walls, floor, everything. After a minute of random searching, Dick found a sloppily green question mark painted on the door knob, and the second he got his face right up next to the door, it opened, throwing Dick backwards. The young man landed on his feet, and had to stand behind Bruce as the Jane Doe and Nigma entered just to control his swelling anger.
Nigma smiled at them, and the unknown lady curtseyed, Nigma spoke, "Sorry for the delay boys, I've been training by new toy. Isn't she a doll?"
The girl spinned around. Neither Bruce nor Dick showed any facial expression. Nigma frowned, he had been hopping to get a bigger reaction for his new villainess. Bruce felt accomplished knowing he could still get under the villain's skin. Now that he was upset, Nigmamerely tossed a folded up sheet of paper into the room, leaving the door opened. It was to late when Dick looked outside the door to catch them. The hallway had no other doors in it except the one that went back into the strip club, which was now empty. Bruce grabbed the sheet of paper, unfolded it, saw it was blank, tossed it back on the floor, and him and Dick began to held towards the mansion.
Before arriving back home, Bruce and Dick stopped at an intersection, and the minute they saw the question mark painted on the light, both men quickly changed into their own dignified costumes.
Once walking over to the question mark a computer generated voice spoke, "Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Batman you should have properly read my little note." Of course, Bruce should have known Nigma would never not leave a clue. That note had clearly meant something, but now it was to late. The voice continued, "Now Batman, I think it's time we play my little game, separately." Just like that Dick was taken. He put up no fight, indication to Bruce he could handle himself. Bruce shook off the fact that he was now alone.
The noise of an approaching helicopter worried him though. He looked up, and thanks to Nigma'slittle question mark signature painted all over the aircraft, Bruce knew what was coming. He wasn't worried, not that he ever was when he was about to fight, these were Nigma's fighters, and typically they were never all that amazing, if there even was any. Three men dropped from the sky, and those three men were down within seconds.
Bruce shouted to the helicopter, "Nigma, this is a waste of time."
He heard the computer voice laugh, and ten more guys fell down. Granted ten men took a little longer to knock it, it was in no way impossible. This time instead of talking to Nigma, Bruce took notice of the fact that these men were Joker's, clown mask and all. Before any other men fell, or he could say something else to Nigma, a toxin was released and Bruce was knocked out yet again.
This time when he woke up he could see perfectly, and what he saw was Edward Nigma. This guy was just damn near determined tonight. They were alone, and he was chained to a bed. Nigma broke the silence, "Sorry about the weird setting, we had a last minute cancellation." Bruce struggled slightly, just to see the completeness of his situation and as he struggled he noticed Nigma inched forward and then that he to was chained. "It seems now that we are in the game together, Batman." Bruce pulled his chain, breaking them, but also causing Nigma to fall on top of him. Bruce had expected this, but Nigma had not seen this coming, and slightly panicked. This wasn't one of those silly movie falls that happen during a horror movie, this was a full on sexual awkward position fall. Bruce grabbed the man by his shoulder and sat him upright.
Nigma took control of himself and said, "The door is not locked." Bruce shook his head and said, "No. To easy. We go through the window." Bruce grabbed Nigma's waist, pulled out the batclaw and shot it through the window, pulling himself and Nigma up to the roof. The building they were in was one Bruce knew belonged to the Penguin.
Quickly turning around and sharply gazed at Nigma, "Who all is involved in this?" Nigma smiled and put his finger against his lips, to which Bruce grabbed his hand and slowly began to bend it backwards until Nigma finally began to talk, "I got you to the club, Scarecrow was to get you here, Penguin supplied the building, and the sniper guns, while Joker gave us the man power." Bruce knew there was more to it, and proceeded to bend Nigma's hand back more until Nigma spoke again, "I do believe Mad Hatter plays a part as well, but don't quote me on that." Bruce tossed Nigma on to the ground, the man was not surprised and began to straighten his tie.
Bruce was no quite done with him, he needed to know who was in charge. He inched towards Nigma, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him up against the chimney, Nigma spoke without any more force, "The leader is Hugo Strange, and he's using Bane and Hush to enfore his policies." Bruce was about to either punch him or toss him back on the ground, but before he could Nigma bite him. Bruce was so in shock that Nigma actually had the gall to bite him that he let it happen for sometime before finally throwing him off. Nigma hit the ground, and Bruce began to stalk around the roof. There were men everywhere and everywhere he considered hiding and been booby trapped. "Is there any hostages?" Bruce waited for a reply and after a moment or two he turned around, "Are there hos-" "Well I think I've found the perfect man to get my Alice for me." A whimsical, childlike voice said before Bruce, yet again, passed out on the floor.
Author's Notes: Alright I'm trying the typical posting format, which I'm sure you guys will prefer reading in. The idea is to start writing for this more, and in fact making it my main story. So fingers crossed I can stick to that. Anyways, I hope you liked it! I tried to make it sort of fluffy, but Bruce isn't real good with "fluffy"