Chapter 4: Hostage Situation

Gordon's POV

Why is it always the famous billionaires? Why can't the Joker pick a jewelry store like every other thug? Barbara seemed worried, but unusually calm. Dick pulled her closer and she visibly relaxed. Harley Quinn was teasing Catwoman until Catwoman finally scratched her.

"Ahhh!" Harley shrieked.

"Down kitty. As much as I love a good cat fight, this isn't a good time." Joker teased.

Diana tried the calm approach. "Honestly Harleen, why do you put up with a man who won't defend you when you're injured?"

"He did defend me! He told her to stop." Harley said as she wiped blood off the scratch marks on her cheek.

Bruce pulled Catwoman's hand away before she could strike Harley again. "Not a good time."

"Damn." Catwoman admitted defeat.

"Look, there's an ugly guy in the window!" Tim pointed.

Everyone turned to look. Nothing was there.

"Oh, that's just Joker's reflection." Tim sighed.

Joker hit Tim with one of the guns. "That joke is old."

"Says the dinosaur." Tim muttered.

Joker hit Tim again. "I think I'll go look for something fun to do upstairs. Harley, come with me. The rest of you, stay here."

"Just use the guest room!" Bruce called after them.

"I never even thought of that! Good idea, Harley and I can have fun that way!" Joker said seductively as he pulled Harley upstairs.

"That's disgusting." Barbara said.

"Exactly." Dick kissed her cheek.

"Is there something I should know?" I questioned.

Barbara and Dick turned red.

"This just in, the Joker has taken Bruce Wayne and his guests hostage!" Vicki Vale suddenly reported on the news.

"Make the camera zoom in!" Jack Ryder ordered.

The camera zoomed in and we saw ourselves. One of the Joker's goons closed the curtains.

"Don't want the cops to get a clear shot when they get here." The goon said.

"I wonder if the boss'll mind if we have some fun?" A goon said.

"What kind of fun?" Another goon said.

"I get Catwoman, you get the beauty, and someone else gets the wheelchair." The goon elaborated.

My blood started to boil.

"There are enough of us to keep guns trained on the guys while we get the girls..." A goon concluded.

"HELL NO!" I stood up.

"I ain't afraid of you, cop." The lead goon pointed a gun at me.

"You should be." Dick stood slowly.

"And why's that?" The leader asked.

"Because I'm his daughter." Barbara stated.

"Sit down, punk." The leader pointed a gun at Dick.

Dick slowly sat back down. "I won't let them do anything to you."

Dick kissed Barbara on the lips and she didn't try to stop him. He pulled away before he pulled her in closer.

"On the count of three?" Catwoman asked.

"Agreed." Bruce, Diana, Tim, Dick, and Barbara confirmed.

"What? Huh?" The goons looked confused.

"One, two, THREE!" Catwoman counted.

Catwoman pounced on two of the goons behind her, Dick and Tim lunged at the ones in front of them, Diana had death grips on a couple of goons, and Bruce fought the two behind him. Barbara followed by surprising the goon next to her as she stole his gun and hit him with it. I got the lead goon by punching him. Alfred hid behind Barbara. All the goons were soon unconscious.

"What the hell is going on here?!" I questioned.

"I have some explaining to do later. Everyone follow me!" Bruce ordered.

I willingly followed him with everyone else.