Is it wrong to think about Batman during a Zumba lesson?

Anyways, here's the following chapter, and it's a Ranger POV. A bit of Batman-action was something I wanted to do, so enjoy!

Thanks for all those lovely reviews! I hope this chapter answers some of your questions!

Not mine

RANGER POV

I woke up early in the morning, the sleep deprivation couldn't get a hold of me now, I had so much that I needed to do before my Babe woke up. I got up as quietly as I could and snuck out of the bedroom picking little Ric up as I walked by. He had started to stir and I didn't want him to wake her up. He calmed as soon as I picked him up, gazing at me with his sleepy eyes. He knew what would happen; we had done this so many times. I walked to the kitchen and picked up a bottle of milk and warmed it up as I took a look around.

I was so furious with all of this! How did anyone dare to rape my Babe, my woman as she was called on the streets? She was my girlfriend and the mother of my child and yet some unsuspecting bastards had dared to attack her. As soon as Babe had fallen asleep I had texted my core team to meet me this morning on seventh to discuss the plan. I wanted to hurt these bastards so much, it was the worst rage I had ever felt. This was personal.

I carried Ric around as I fed him and changed him and dressed him. He brought me some kind of comfort I this mess and I was thankful of it too. I knew that if he wasn't here I would be smashing walls and furniture. Luis had replaced my walls too many times, every time she was hurt I would go crazy. But now with my son, I was calmer and I could focus my anger in the right things.

As soon as I had put the last sock on I heard the subtle knock on the door that signaled that my friends were here. I picked Ric up who was chewing on a toy and walked to the door and opened it. I gave the sign to be quiet to them and made way as they marched in. They all took their places around the kitchen table and sat down. Bobby took a sip of the bottle I had placed in front of everybody. I sat down at the end and looked at my men. They had had my back in so many situations that I had lost count by now.

Tank had pulled me out of burning house with a broken foot, Lester had saved me from a sniper lying on a roof and Bobby had patched me up so many times when I had gotten hurt. I had saved them many times too, but I didn't count those times. I knew that they would have my back and they knew that I would have their backs as a friend and as a boss. Ric giggled in my lap and pulled everybody out of their thoughts. Lester chuckled.

"Going all soft there man?"He laughed but I saw in his eyes that he just joked. I grinned at him, not caring about my image at this point.

"I love it man, you should try it sometimes too." Lester laughed harder as the thought of settling down hit him. I knew that he had the material in him but that he needed to find the right girl first. Although I had seen the look he gave one of the nurses as ST Francis. I smiled knowingly at him. Tank cleared his throat.

"I assume that we are here to discuss Bomber?" he asked and looked at the bedroom door. The room as all quiet as we listened if she would be awake yet. The soft sound of her breathing let us know that that wasn't the case yet.

"You assume right Tank. She told me yesterday that there had been a group of men at the house and that they had attacked her and Connie." I watched as their jaws clenched and I could feel the tension radiated through the room. These men loved her like a little sister and I knew that they would do anything to find the bastards who did this to my Babe.

"I suspect that she has been raped." Bobby said in a soft voice. He looked very upset, almost as upset as me. "I was there yesterday to clean her wounds and found that she had hand-shaped bruises on her thighs and chest. She covers them up pretty good, that's why I hadn't spotted them before."

"She confirmed that to me as well. The men hurt her violently and I want them found so that we could teach them how to behave around women." I said and bounced Ric on my lap to distract me from my murderous thoughts. He giggled and I saw the men all smile at the sweet sound of his laughter. I knew that my son had captured their hearts.

"I have talked to my contacts and they confirm that the group of men isn't local, that they had come from the west coast. Mob ties as well." Lester said to me. I nodded to him.

"She told me that they had connections to the Family here, that's why they had Connie as well. But the interesting fact is that Morelli wasn't killed by these men, but by an outsider. So it's likely that we have two things to look for."

"Sure thing Boss." Bobby said and stood up looking at the watch. "I should be going if there isn't anything else? Connie still needs care and then Junior drove like a maniac to get to the airport and crashed. Don't worry it's nothing serious, just a broken wrist. I need to stabilize it before he thinks that's to no use and walks from the infirmary."

I shook my head as it wouldn't be the first time. Junior was notorious from his driving skills and tendency of "walking it off". Nothing bad about that; if it only weren't a broken foot he was trying to fix. Ric slobbered on my shirt; I needed to change my shirt before I went downstairs.

"It's okay, you go…" was the only I had the time to say before we all heard a heartbreaking scream from the bedroom. The men jumped into action, I gave my son to the waiting hands of Bobby and took my gun. We all ran to the door and stared right into a gun.

Oh the drama! Leave me your thoughts angels! :)