Chapter 6

I could only see one good thing about having my arm broken. My captors hadn't been so callous as to tie my hands up again.

But that was about the only consideration they showed.

So I lay there, thinking about how I'd gotten into this mess, how a father wasn't that important to me, and as soon as I was out of this mess I was going straight back to Australia.

That was when the smoke bomb came rolling into the room.

It went off, and my captors started shouting, reaching for weapons they could no longer find because of the smoke.

I reached down with my left, unbroken, arm, feeling for the knots in the rope around my ankles.

I didn't know what was happening, but I was gonna try and get out. Who knows how long until a rescue attempt was mounted, even if this wasn't one?

My vision was blocked by the smoke, but I could still see shapes, one falling to the ground from a kick from another, one being slammed into a wall. And one giant bat shaped silhouette coming right at me.

I shrieked, wiggling back, even with my feet still tied. What the hell was that thing?

It landed beside me, and I could tell it was a man, dressed up as a bat. Fleeting disbelieving thoughts dashed through my mind, but a flick of his hand, and the knife he held cut through the ropes that held my feet, and I was free.

He grabbed me, without a word, mindful of my arm, and hauled me to my feet. Without needing any further encouragement I ran for the exit, moving along the wall so I wouldn't get lost in the slowly dissipating smoke. And hopefully I'd be a little less conspicuous to any of my captors still standing.

Suddenly my hand along the wall met nothing but air. The exit! I ducked through it, trying not to move my ribs too much. They still hurt from the kick my captors had given me to wake me up. I stumbled along, trying to ignore the feelings of freedom that were creeping up on me. I wasn't out of the woods yet.

Especially with the creepy guy in the batsuit behind me still.

I turned around the corner, still looking behind me, when a hand shot out and grabbed my neck, cutting off my scream and pushing me against the wall, and suddenly a gun was cocked right in my face.

"Not a word, bitch."

Ok…so the weird guys in leather had missed a guy. Just my luck.

Foot steps rounded the corner, and I hoped it was the cavalry. I didn't know what would happen to me if it was another goon.

I almost sighed in relief when it was a guy dressed in a black and blue leather suit, but, well, the guy still had a gun in my face and his hand around my throat. The situation didn't really call for relief.

"Don't come any closer." The man snarled, and started tightening his grip on my throat. I gasped as my air supply was cut off, my good hand struggling futilely to pull his loose.

"Let her go."

"Get away now!" the thug ignored the masked mans order. "Now! Or I blow her brains out."

My gaze was getting darker. I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. Slowly my hands stopped pulling at my captors, and before I knew it, I was gone.

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Dick saw Elizabeth's eyes flutter closed and acted, a birdarang spinning through the air and hitting the mans hand that was holding the gun. The kick that followed broke not only the hold the man had around Elizabeth's throat, but also his arm.

Elizabeth fell to the ground, coughing as air made its way into her deprived lungs as Dick moved in to finish the guy off, one snap kick sending the man to sleep.

Dick knelt down in front of Elizabeth, standing her up with hands under her arms, before swinging her up into his arms when it became apparent she wasn't walking anywhere under her own power.

"I got you."

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When I woke it was to the sun shining through a window a few metres from my bed, and to my arm in a cast. A tightness around my ribs told me they had been strapped. Looking around the first thing I saw was dozens and dozens of different types of flowers in different vases all around the room. A machine next to me gave off a steady beep, and I blinked at it for a moment, slowly. My head was fuzzy.

"You're awake." A voice at the door interrupted my investigation of the machine, and I turned towards it, sleepily.

"Dick? You're alright?" I asked, remembering that the abductors had attacked him as well.

He smiled, and then spread his arms out as if to say, perfectly fine.

"It's you that everyone's been worried about." Dick said, before he turned around and called out to someone. "She's awake."

I went back to looking around the room, but my attention was drawn back to the door when Bruce stepped through it, carrying another vase of flowers, these ones roses. I raised my eyebrows. This was getting excessive.

"I hope they're for next door." I said frankly. "Because I don't know if you'll be able to find anywhere to put them in here. This place is starting to look like a florist."

Dick snorted while Bruce looked vaguely sheepish.

"I never did get around to finding out your favourite flower." He said, placing the flowers in a corner of a room that was slightly less over pollinated then the rest of the room.

"Thank you." I said softly. "They're beautiful."

I struggled to sit up. It was hard with one arm. Bruce's arm around my shoulders helped me get into a comfortable position, before I looked at Bruce and Dick, who had taken seats beside my bed seriously.

"Did they get all the kidnappers?" I asked.

"They did." Bruce said solemnly.

I nodded, settling back into the pillows that had been placed behind me. "Who was it that saved me?" I asked curiously. I wasn't really up to speed with all the superheros. We didn't have that many in Australia.

"You don't know about Batman?" Dick asked, looking disbelieving, and I shook my head, then winced. That kinda hurt.

"Nope." I said. "I'd probably remember a guy named 'Batman'."

"He's a vigilante who runs around Gotham doing our jobs." A voice from the door said, and I looked up to see a man in a trench coat. He had greying hair and a moustache.

"My names Jim Gordon." He said, introducing himself as he walked forward. "I'm the Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department."

I raised my eyebrows. Wow.

He interpreted my surprise correctly, smiling. "Your case is fairly high profile, Miss Morgan." He said. "I wanted to make sure it was handled correctly."

"And if you want something done right, do it yourself." I added, and he let out a surprised smile.

"Exactly right Miss Morgan." He said. "Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

I bit my lip, looking at Bruce. He placed his hand over my uninjured one, squeezing gently.

"Ok." I said, trying to ignore the slight tremble in my voice.

His eyes softened as he pulled up a chair. "I know you've been through a trying experience, Miss Morgan, so any time you'd like to stop, just tell me. We don't need much from you, the kidnappers having already been caught."

I nodded, setting my jaw. "I'll be fine."

"Alright so…"