"Superman to Bat Cave" Batman looked up from his scattered manila folders that littered his desk, Superman's face filled up the bat computer. Batman sighed and slammed shut a folder
"What do you want?" he snapped opening yet another manila folder and scanning the contents
"Do you find anything yet?" Superman asked scratching his head
"If I did don't you think I'd tell you?"
"We both know the answer to that; if I did do you think I'd be calling you?" Batman glared at the man of steel and pushed the folders aside
"Shit Clark now's not the best time-"
"You DID find something! Well, what is it?" Batman opened a folder and held it in front of his face so Clark could see after some reluctance
"In 2010 the Riddler was interested in a beach house off the docks of Star City, in 2011 he offered the major of Star City 300,000 dollars to legally own it…"
Superman squinted his eyes and scanned the article as Batman continued "the reason for his interest was a possible oil reserve underneath the small home; however when the Major of Start City asked the commissioner of Gotham, Gordon said no due to his criminal record…"
"I remember this incident" Superman said as the folder was lowered "the Riddler was furious, so furious that he tried to mine the oil illegally and he went to jail for it"
"That was 2 months ago" Batman said "he went to jail, but recently and obviously broke out"
"Do you think that's where Dic-Robin is?" Batman glared at the man
"Do you think if it wasn't I'd tell you about it?"
"I'll gather the league and-"
"Clark, leave the kids out of this one" Superman froze and his eyebrows furrowed
"Why? Robin is there friend too-"
"Superman, I'd like to do this alone" there was an awkward silence as they glared at each other, Superman looked away first and mumbled
"Bruce, Dick is like a son to me…"
"Don't you dare show up, Clark!"
"Y-you can't shut me-us out of this Bruce" Batman reached for the power button
"I'm sorry but I have too"
The screen went black.
"Who was that?" Wonder Woman said walking into the room and placing a hand on Clark's shoulder
"Take a guess"
"Mr. Tall, dark and brooding himself?" Superman nodded and stared absently at the dark screen, TICK TOCK TICK TOCK TICK TOCK "did he find anything on Robin yet? The kids are getting antsy" not just the kids Superman thought, he bit his lip and turned to the Amazonian
"No, nothing" he prayed Bruce found the little bird because now he was on his own.
Just like he wanted, right? Superman frowned.
Sometime later after Robin had woken up his blindfold had been removed, he was in a small room with no windows and a cement floor scattered with old paper, the only thing was a small digital clock in the corner.
5:12 AM
It had been nearly 24 hours since he'd been kidnapped, he knew Bruce was probably working himself into a frenzy or at least he hoped so. Robin sighed and tried to position his numb hands, he rolled onto his knees and pulled his legs through his arms so his hand cuffed wrists were now in front of him, the blood rushing back into his arms made him cry out.
He crawled over to the clock.
5:13 AM
5:14 AM
He picked up the clock and smashed it against the wall. What seemed like minutes later he immediately regretted it he found himself wondering how long it'd been.
Damn.
He stood up weakly and tried the wooden door, it was bolted He kicked it, but it hardly moved. He scanned the room.
He was done waiting for Batman, it was time to take matters into his own hands.
He just wished that right now his weren't so damn numb.
He spotted the scattered clock and snatched up the batteries he reached for his utility belt…it was gone.
DUH! Of course it's gone! How stupid do you think the Riddler is? He snapped at himself,
He grabbed some of the paper and started rubbing the batteries on the rough cement,
SPARK…..SPARK…SPARK he quickly placed the paper on the spark and blew.
SIZZLE-Crack-Crack
The paper ignited.
He couldn't help but smile.
He cared the paper over to the door
And waited.
Lick, lick, lick
The fire on the wooden door. The door slowly burned, smoke filtered into the room, Robin coughed and held his breath laying close to the floor. He sprung up and charged at the blackened, ashy door.
CRASH
He found himself in a dimly lit living room. He grabbed the blanket of the couch and beat the flames until they died off. He laughed softly too easy, and took off towards the front door.
When he opened it however, he nearly choked in surprise. Instead of seeing a way out
He was greeted with a sold wall of dirt.
He was underground.
He was trapped.
There was no way out.
Ok Batman. He thought punching the solid wall of dirt. Save me now.
Review. coming next weekend.