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It was hard to judge the passage of time in the dark, blood-stained room. Some hours passed though before the door opened again. Jack and Jon lay together on the floor. They didn't try to get away when the men entered. Jonathan touched his brother's face softly and gave a crooked smile.

Lenard roughly pulled Jack to his feet and, taking a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, chained him to a pipe on the ceiling. Blue eyes stared at him angrily. Simon was holding something. It was a whip.

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He'd finished. Jack was close to unconsciousness. The room was a dark blur and his eyes wouldn't stay open. He thought he was probably passing out for a few seconds at a time before the pain jerked him back to awareness. A hand grabbed his hair, forcing his head up. Lenard said something but the words didn't register. His breath was hot and smelt of toothpaste. Releasing his grip, he stepped away. He handed a gun to his compatriot.

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This was it. They would die now. Jon didn't believe in heaven or hell. The pain would be over soon. He realised that dying wasn't so scary. That almost made him laugh. But Jack would die too. The gun barrel was pointed at his face.

The door flew open. The gun swung through a short arc as the man holding it spun 'round before it was knocked from his hand to land with a clatter on the far side of the room. Moments latter its weilder and his companion were unconscious on the floor.

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The fear was back. Jonathan stared with wide eyes up at the black-clad figure who had entered their cell. The Batman always frightened him.

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Bruce glanced down at Crane. His left ankle was very clearly broken. He wouldn't be able to get up.

He walked to where Jackson hung suspended from the ceiling. Unlocking the handcuffs he lowered him to the ground. He turned to leave. A noise from Crane stopped him. "What are you doing?" the smaller man asked, trying to keep his voice from shaking.

"Leaving," he growled, starting to walk again. "I'll send the police."

"They'll kill us." His voice was distant; dreamlike and Bruce wondered just how much damage the fear toxin had done to his mind. "They let us be taken here."

"Fine." He pulled Crane upright and cuffed his hands behind his back. "I'll take you both to Arkham myself."

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