Assorted Character Oneshots

Revenge - Dick Grayson

Summary: The child of a rivaling mafia is kidnapped by the second biggest empire. A ransom is held for the persons head, but daddy doesn't show. He discovers one of their talents and decides to use it. So he starts bringing them back to his main night club to perform.

Triggers: guns, mentions of death, kidnapping

Word Count: 7237

___ struggled against their captors hold as they were carried out of their room. Their fight seemed to make little impact as they were tossed into the backseat of a car and driven away late into the night. The drive was long and silent, but they fruitlessly listened for any sign, any train, anything that could give them a hint as to where they were. When no such sign came, they gave up.

They were pulled from the car hours later and thrown into a room. It was cold, the floor was like ice. Concrete they figured. A laugh echoed through the chamber, it was an empty concrete room with someone else in it. The blindfold tied around their mouth and eyes fell to the floor, a blurry vision of a man standing above them. "Now, now. Be gentle. This is a royal, yaknow?"

___ recognized the voice, confirming their suspicions as the blurriness faded and they could see him clearly. Richard Grayson, second most powerful in all of Gotham city. Second only to their own father, who got them into this mess in the first place.

"Don't try screaming. No one will hear you. Yadda yadda ya." Dick smirked as he lifted their chin with his finger. "Such a pretty thing. You better hope daddy pays up soon. I don't think you'll last long in here."

He dropped their face, standing back to full height and turning to the two men who stood at the door. "Untie them and leave them here. Lock the door behind you. And no touching, not yet at least."

He looked back over his shoulder at the young captive laid on the cold stone floor. He disappeared up a flight of stairs and the two men moved forward, pulling the ties from their wrists before closing the door behind them and leaving the prisoner in the dimly lit room.

Time passed at an indiscernible pace, had it been hours, days? ___ couldn't tell, all they knew was that there was a small supply of food and water bottles stacked in a corner. They didn't know how long it would be until their father would be there, eating only enough to sustain them for the next long stretch of time.

The next time Dick appeared, it had been weeks later. Food was running low, as was water. The tall man observed the room and the state of the poor captive. Their hair was dirty and matted, their clothes in disarray, their cowering in the opposite corner. He sighed, "Sorry darling, seems daddy's not coming for you."

The news seemed to sadden ___, but it was barely noticeable behind their hunger pang stoicism. Dick turned to the way he came, barking for his men to come and take up the captive. Once again, their head was shoved in a bag and they were thrown in a car. They didn't have the energy to fight, drifting to sleep in the car. When they were removed again, it was much less forceful. The bag slowly pulled from their head and before them was a small cottage deep in the woods. A safe house, they suspected. They didn't talk, much to the dismay of their captor who was waiting for their wit to snip him. He showed them inside, explaining that this is where they would stay until told otherwise.

"You're lucky father still sees some use in you, unlike your own." He smirked before turning and leaving, the click of the outdoor lock sounding behind him. ___ didn't pay any mind, they were just so cold. They took a moment to look around at their new surroundings. It was a beautiful little cottage, somewhere they had envisioned themself in another life maybe.

They stood in a small living area, the walls filled with trinkets and shelves full of books. None of the titles stood out, but it was hard to see under the light of the moon. They felt around and found a switch, flicking it illuminated the room with a lamp sat on a table beside a comfortable looking chair. They stepped through a doorway to find a staircase and another doorway across from them. From what they could see, it was a kitchen. The only other door on this floor seemed to go out to a backyard sort of area. Had they any energy, they would've ran, but the possibility of a nice bath and a warm bed was all too alluring.