《I am the Night》Chapter 19: Taken
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Wayne finished up his workout and made his way into the cave. He started looking up information on the school board and remembered to also run a check on Lazlo Valentin for Selina. He looked at the clock and saw that it was near 11 P.M. He raised an eyebrow, the girls should be back, he figured Diana must have taken Selina on a detour so he didn't think much about it. His Bruce Wayne cellphone rang with Commissioner Gordon's name. "Hello, this is Bruce."
"Bruce, you have to help me. Someone has taken my daughter." A distraught Jim Gordon sounded on the verge of tears.
"Slow down, Jim, explain?"
"My daughter went to bed around 9, I went in to check on her like I normally do at bedtime and... Her window was open and she was gone." He choked out between sobs.
"Do you think she could have gone out with her friends?"
"Her phone and purse are still here. Bruce, I need your help. You're the only one that can act fast enough to keep her alive." Jim practically begged.
"I'm on the way, keep your men out of my way until I say, alright?" Wayne commanded. Wayne decided to call Selina but it just went to voicemail. He thought about calling Diana but he stopped himself, "They might be out at a club or something."
He suited up and got into the car. He looked over at Selina's seat and realized he had already come to take her presence by his side for granted. He sighed and then started the car. As soon as he did his phone rang. He answered it through the blue tooth system in the car, "Diana?"
"...B..r..uce.. Help..."
Ice raced through his veins he shut the car off and listened closely, "Diana, where are you?"
"...So...South...Port...Plaz..."
Wayne stabbed the ignition button with his finger and then stomped on the gas. The car shot down the tunnel at full speed by the time he hit the streets the car was going well over 100. He shifted gears aggressively and drifted around corners never slowing below 75. The car roared into the parking lot and squealed to a halt by Diana's car. He got out of the car and looked around, a few hundred feet away he saw a woman's form laying on the ground. He sprinted over to her. "DIANA!"
He rolled her over and saw that she had writing on her head and body. Her eyes were awash with tears, snot rolled out of her nose, her mouth which was slightly open had drool pooled below her head. She looked at him with unfocused eyes, "...G...g...asss." He scooped her up and put her into his car and raced to Dr. Thompkin's clinic.
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As he drove he loudly spoke, "Call Dr. Thompkins."
"Bruce, how bad are you hurt this time?"
"Not me, Wonder Woman, she's been hit with some kind of a gas attack. Her speech is slurred, her nose is running, tears and she has a loss of bodily control. Possibly some kind of neurotoxin."
"Got it, how long until you get here?"
"I'll be there in... Four minutes." Wayne said.
"I'll meet you in the rear lot with a gurney." Dr. Thompkins was just waking up but her mind was already on the job.
As his car whipped into the lot of the clinic he saw Dr. Thompkins rushing out with a gurney. He slid the car right up to her and jumped out. The two of them helped get her on the gurney. "I have to go, can you take it from here?"
She nodded at him, "I'll call you if I need you."
He jumped back into his car and then raced over to Jim Gordon's house.
His car slid into Jim's driveway and he jumped out running up to the door. "Jim, I got here as fast as I could. Take me up."
They both raced up the stairs into Barbara's room and Wayne looked around carefully. He turned to Jim and said, "Jim, I have a lead on who this might be... A teacher at Amadeus W. Arkham... Lazlo Valentin."
Gordon looked at Wayne as if he just answered every question. "That... Of course. It all makes sense now."
"Get an APB out on him. His car is a red Kia Spectra plate..." He started rattling off all the details he had on Lazlo Gordon wrote it down and then called it in. As soon as he finished he ran out of the house and back into the car. Once he was in the car he was off to Southgate Plaza as fast as his car could go. He dialed Alfred's number, "Alfred, get to the computer, I need you to find the red Kia from this afternoon. He attacked the girls. Took Selina. Start at Southgate Plaza. I need a route of travel."
"Give me a moment..." Wayne heard clicking noises and then Alfred came back, "The red Kia left Southgate at 9:30 and headed north. I can track the car until he gets to Amusement Mile. Master Bruce, if I may be so bold... This looks like a job for Superman."
Wayne ended the call, "Call Clark Kent."
The phone rang four times and then, "Bruce, how bad is it?"
Wayne tried to keep his voice calm, "He hit Diana with some kind of neurotoxin, knocked her out. Then he kidnapped Selina, Barbara Gordon, and possibly some other girls. I know his red Kia Spectra is in the Amusement Mile area but I can't search it fast enough."
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"I'm in the air, two minutes. Hang on Bruce."
Wayne raced into the area and then slowed to a crawl his hands gripped the wheel like he wanted to kill it. His eyes searched for any sign. "Bruce?"
"Go ahead."
"I have the car, you'll need to head up to the old circus grounds." Wayne stomped on the gas and the car shot like a cannonball up a dirt road. "Bruce, I'm going in, I looked inside, they are in immediate danger."
"Go go go!" Wayne cried out as much to his car as to Superman. In what seemed like an eternity he finally made it to the spot. He saw the car and jumped out before his car had even fully stopped rolling. He wasn't sure where he needed to go so he shined a flashlight on the ground and saw that the tracks all went into an old warehouse building on the site.
He sprinted over as fast as his legs would take him. The door was ripped off the hinges and thrown aside. Once inside the building, he watched as Superman punched a pig-headed man until the man's head exploded. There were several young girls naked on operating tables. Some had parts amputated. Three of the girls had doll masks surgically attached to their faces.
Wayne's eyes grew huge and his heart hammered in his chest. He couldn't find Selina. He looked at each table. He saw Barbara Gordon's fiery red hair, she looked unharmed. Then he saw another girl he recognized as one of the girls that had been with her at the school.
He couldn't find her!
Earlier...
Selina started to come to but she felt groggy, drugged. She looked over to her right and saw the girl with the red hair from the high school... Barbara Gordon? She looked in another direction and saw several other girls all like her on operating tables. She had a mouthpiece like what a boxer would use in her mouth which was held in place by a leather strap. Her arms and legs were also strapped down.
A man wearing a pig's head mask was wearing a lab coat and operating on a girl three tables away. He used a power saw and took one of her legs off. Selina wanted to get up and struggled as much as she could but between the drugs and the restraints, she could only shift her weight a little from side to side.
The pig masked man saw her move and did a little dance. He twirled and danced his way over to her and then using a single gloved finger reached out and lightly touched her nipple. "You are one of the lucky ones, you know. Selina. Ahhh sexy Selina. I love that name. He leaned close giggling, "You and the Gordon girl are perfect you know. The exact perfect proportions needed for breeding. Once I eliminate your pesky free will, you'll be ready to start making my children. Every 10 months, your little bellies will bulge with new lives."
He saw her look left to right and asked, "Are you looking for your friend? She was ultimately rejected. She was too tall to make into a dollotron and too muscled for breeding. No, I had to leave her behind in the parking lot." He saw her stare at the blood on his hands and lab coat, "Oh you are wondering about the surgeries? That's for dollotrons. Sometimes a girl has legs that are just a hair too short, or too long. Sometimes their arms aren't quite right. So I swap the parts for better ones. You'd be surprised to see how many girls with perfect bodies there are once you get past their old faces and limbs."
A huge noise filled the room and the door was just gone. A man she recognized as Superman was hovering in the air. His eyes glowed red like fire and he looked her way. The restraints that held her in place were suddenly not attached to the table anymore. With her arms and legs free she rolled off the table and yanked that leather strap off her chin.
Superman flew over and started punching the pig masked man. His face was contorted in rage at what had been done to these girls. Selina crouched down as the pig masked man's head exploded in a gory mess.
Selina looked over at the open door just as Wayne rushed in. He was dressed in his Batman suit searching the tables trying to find her. She could see the wild look of desperation on his face. She stood up and stumbled toward him. Once he saw her he ran to her and captured her in a bear hug just holding her tightly.
Superman spoke. "Hello, this is Superman, yes, THE Superman. Send the police to Amusement Mile, I have taken action against a criminal there. Batman is here with me. Yes, THE Batman. There are at least 10 victims needing medical attention from severe trauma to psychological. One of the victims is Barbara Gordon, the commissioner's daughter if you could notify him. Thank you. Bruce, I'm flying the recently amputated girl and her limb to Gotham General."
Batman nodded at him still holding Selina in his arms unable to get his voice to work just yet.
Superman picked up the girl and her leg then muttered, "Gotham City is the worst." In an instant he was gone.
Wayne croaked out, "Are you hurt anywhere?" He started to check her body carefully. The sounds of sirens blaring could be heard in the background.
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