Batman
He came to in a dark room somewhere in the desert. He could feel the heat radiating through the open entrance some distance in front of him. He opened his eyes and looked ahead of him only to squint as the sun shone right into them. Through his squinted eyes he could see he was somewhere in the middle of the Nevada desert. Was he even still in Las Vegas?
He looked around him and saw the room he was in was more like a wooden shack with tools hanging on the walls. He could also see there was blood on the walls. The smell almost turned his stomach as he wondered who had him and why? Did they even know who he was or had he just been a victim of being in the wrong place at the right time?
He felt binds on his wrists and ankles and across his stomach. He could also feel some sort of table underneath him and splinters pricking his ankles and wrists. He tried to pull his wrists out of the ropes but they just tightened and rubbed against his skin while he tried to hold back the hiss of pain.
He had to get out of here and to Spencer. He had to tell Spencer how much he meant to him. He had to get back to his son too. Would his team even know he was missing? Only Dave had known he'd run to Las Vegas. He hadn't even called to tell his son he was coming to Las Vegas to get daddy Spencer back.
He heard someone laughing right beside him. He looked beside him to see a man in clown make-up, green hair and a purple suit. Jesus, when did he get here? He hadn't...Wait there was no floor to this room was there? Sand would explain why he hadn't heard him.
"Well hello there , my caped crusader. I see your mask is finally off," he laughed.
Aaron's brow furrowed. What the hell was he talking about? He wasn't Batman; he wasn't some fictional superhero. He was Agent Aaron Hotchner, Unit Chief of the BAU. Had this man blurred the line of reality and fiction? He clearly modelled himself on The Joker in his dress sense.
Could he maybe play into this man's delusion and free himself?
"I think you've got me mistaken. I'm not the Caped Crusader. My name's Aaron Hotchner. I work for the FBI. I hunt serial killers," he answered.
He then looked at him with fire in his eyes and replied, "You can't fool me! I know you're Batman. I found you in your Bat-mobile."
If this man was looking for an Oscar he was bound to win one. This man clearly believed he'd caught Batman and had the Dark Knight on his table no matter what Aaron said. Dear god, he'd been kidnapped and was being held hostage by a madman.
He gulped as he found himself in a situation he'd never found himself in before. This man was clearly in another world and he found himself at his mercy unless he was able to free himself from these shackles. Also as the ground was sand he could never hear when he was coming up to him.
The man took out a pair of scissors and approached Aaron. He ripped open his suit shirt and then cut up the leg of his suit trousers taking them off until he lay there in just his boxers. He felt the sun rays hit his bare legs and chest as he lay there almost naked at the hands of his insane captor.
He felt him run his hands over his scarred abdomen and smile, "Oh, we're going to have so much fun, my dear, Dark Knight."
Aaron tried to recoil from his touch but it only made the clown smile more. He then added, "I'll be back soon, Batman."
He then left laughing while Aaron felt like he'd stepped into some parallel world where apparently he was Batman. He'd never been called Batman before; only Captain America.
He tried to open his eyes to see if this was just a nightmare and not reality. Unfortunately every time he opened his eyes he found himself back in the same place strapped to this table.