POV: Victoria
Setting: Jet
Time: After Batman exited the jet, 10 minutes earlier
My mind was sprinting back and forth, just like a runner. That was the only thing clear in my mind. I couldn't see or hear. I had no clue whether he was in the jet or out of it. I struggled against the coarse rope binds. They bit into my hands like pesky bugs, grinding away at my skin. I knew if I started to freak out I wouldn't be able to stop. It took a while for me to relax and become calm. After my thoughts became straight, I slowly devised a plan in my head. Once I regained my sight and vision, I would fight. If he was in the jet I would try my best to pretend like my vision and hearing were still gone. When I see him doze off or loose his focus I will attack him from behind,and hit him with one of the many metal tools he has laying in the back part of the jet. I sat there for what felt like was eternity. My vision suddenly went blurry, and then started focusing. My hearing gradually returned. I was prepared to attack with full force now that I had my vision and hearing back. I heard him approach the jet and leap in. He started guiding the jet into the air. I was left utterly clueless as to what he was doing. Instantly, the floor started to part. Rectangular objects started passing up and through the floor. The objects knocked into me and pushed me over. I got a good look at the boxes, after I righted myself. They seemed to be metallic and were filled with something that I didn't dare figure out, for if I made a single sound surely he would notice me and come tighten my binds. I didn't see him as a hero whatsoever. I saw him as a complete and utter villain. Brutal anger coursed through my veins.
POV: Batman
Setting: Villain Camp/Jet
Time: Present
I jammed my finger into the button triggering the gas pellets. They erupted, shooting knock out gas around the whole camp. The pungent stench from the pellets hit me square on. I coughed, scoffing on the thick and smokey air. I was lucky I had placed the pellets around them. Without those pellets, I would've had to fight. I either would have killed all of them, or they would have killed me. I hated when I had to kill people. It was a heavy burden knowing that you had took someones valuable life, good or bad, away. I knelt by each box, quickly closing all of them. The food I had stacked within them would last me a week if I made sure I rationed it. I left the boxes and ran to the jet as quickly as I could. I sprung into the huge steel structure, not even glimpsing at my hostage. I directed the plane into the air. slicing through the its thickness. I made sure I was hovering over the camp. I flipped a switch on the console, activating the magnetic strip I had equipped to the jet's stomach. Lights around the strip started to glow. All the magnetic boxes filled with food lurched into the air, attaching themselves to the jet. I flipped another switch, that pulled all the boxes into the interior of the jet. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that I would have a week of food and a peaceful cave to go back to. I refused to think directly about all the problems I had in front of me,but they were still there. There was no electricity in the cave, I had a teenager tied in the back of my jet, and their was no "home" for me to ever go back to. Gotham was my home, but the Gotham I was currently living in wasn't. My home was where I was able to be two different people, Bruce Wayne and Batman, home was where I had Alfred and Dick Grayson to welcome me back from a tough day. Home was too far away from me.
My thoughts drifted back to the awoken villains shouts and cries," I'll get you, Batman, I'll get you", along with profound cursing.
I tuned out the shouting, but in the process I also tuned out the hostage. Little had I known she was working her way out of the binds.