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Chapter Eleven - The Culprit
It was on every news channel, from the local news to the big networks like CNN. It was big news when billionaire philanthropist Bruce Wayne's son and daughter were kidnapped. Even in other places, like Central City, it was being reported on.
"That's right, Gale. If our viewers will recall, Gotham City Police Commissioner James Gordon released the information that six-year-olds Sarah and Nicholas Wayne were kidnapped out of their family home some time early Wednesday afternoon. The discovery was made by Timothy Drake, the children's older brother, who had come home from college to visit the family. His statement reports that he entered the home to find the family's trusted butler, Alfred Pennyworth, unconscious on the floor."
The reporter, a lovely-looking woman in her mid-thirties, was either a convincing actor or she was genuinely worried.
"The children's parents, Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince, world-renowned author, were in London when they were informed of their children's disappearance. They immediately returned to Gotham. Yesterday evening, they gave a statement."
The screen shifted to a recording, one already seen by millions, but was fast becoming as recognizable as shots of the President or the Justice League Metro Tower. Standing behind a podium, with camera lights flashing constantly, were Bruce Wayne and Diana Prince. He stood on her left, his arm wrapped around her shoulders, while her right arm was across her body, grasping his jacket in crushing, desperate fingers. They each looked a mess. Both of their faces were white as sheets. Diana's eyes were red-rimmed, no doubt from crying, and in no way resembled the quiet but poised author she was. Bruce looked nothing like the suave, fast-talking playboy he was known country-wide to act like.
In short, they looked like two people going through every parent's worst nightmare.
"If anyone has any information, please call the police department's hotline," Bruce said, his voice incredibly shaky. "All calls are confidential, and you will remain anonymous if that is your wish."
"Please," Diana spoke up, tears still thick in her tone. "Help us find our children. Plea-"
The television clicked off, allowing the tiny office to go silent. The room's lone occupant shook her head. It was terrible, what those two were enduring, an ordeal she would not wish on anyone. Well, maybe Lex Luthor. She'd wish just about anything on that bastard. Still, the two shattered people she had just seen on the television did not deserve what they were going through.
A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts.
"Come in."
A technician opened the door. "Ma'am? We've finished the first round of genetic tests."
"Good. Let's see what we've got to work with," she said, standing up from behind her desk. Amanda Waller followed the technician out of the room, steadfastly doing her very best to ignore the stirrings of her conscience.
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