Outsiders

A trap

Night had fallen in Gotham City, and with it came it's many criminals crawling out of the woodwork. Kate Kane aka Batwoman stood on top of a building near Gotham Harbor. Recently, one Veronica Vreeland had been reported missing for the past three days. While not many would bat an eyelash that a reporter, Miss Vreeland was not only a report at the Gotham City Gazette But she was also a friend of Bruce Wayne. And with Batman currently absorbed in his 'other affairs,' it fell in Batwoman to track her down. This eventually led her down at the harbor, and one warehouse in particular.

After landing on the roof, Batwoman pulled off the grates to the air vent and slipped inside. A few minutes of crawling later, she ended up in the main area of the warehouse, looking out at the first floor from the bottom level. It was connected to the waterfront itself, with a large door to allow ships to come in and out. The person or people who had kidnapped Miss Vreeland must have paid off the owner to keep the doors open.

Miss Vreeland was bound separately from the chair itself, wrists crossed behind her back and pinned there with more rope wrapped around her torso. Underneath her breasts was a large coil of rope, covering almost her entire stomach. Another band circled above her breasts, with a glittering diamond necklace resting on top. More ropes pulled her legs together, covering half of the socialite's thighs and shins. Finally, a large, thick white cloth had been pulled over her mouth and nose, secured in place by a large band of tape wrapped around her head, pinning her shoulder-length red hair down. The redhead was stuck on the chair due to more ropes tying her to the back of the chair, and a study pair of handcuffs connected the base to the railings, preventing her from fleeing.

"That's strange... I don't see any signs of her kidnappers..." Batwoman thought as she surveyed the situation from her first-story vent. "No one... no cars, no voices, no electronic signals, nothing. This is almost too easy..." Taking a deep breath, she used a device from her utility belt to pry off the grate covering her entrance, quietly moving it aside to quickly crawl out.

The bound and gagged captive tilted up her head, quickly spotting Batgirl's approach. "Hmmm... hmm! Hmmlp! (Help!)"

Batwoman held a finger to her lips, then put her other finger to Miss Vreeland's getting her to stop her muffled grunts. "Stay quiet. I can get us out of here." She took out a Batarang to begin cutting Miss Vreeland free.

Then, her eyes shot wide open. "Wmmt... nmm! (Wait, no!)" She shook her head.

Tensing up at her sudden outburst, Batwoman stood still... before whipping around and tossing the Batarang up towards the second story overlooking the ground level. The weapon flew a small distance before a clang was heard, followed by a small curse. Batwoman quickly followed up by pulling out a grappling hook. Suddenly, the crook leaned back, just enough to dodge the attack and grab Batwoman. "Gotcha!" He proclaimed, then drew out a gun and pointed it to her side. Just as Batwoman kicked it away with her other leg, he fired... and a syringe lightly pierced the skintight yet sturdy Batsuit.

"Huh?" Batwoman said, and yanking it out. A small wave of fatigue washed over her, but she soon shook it off. "Can't afford bullets?"

It was then Batwoman realized he was still holding her ankle, when he yanked her towards him. Spinning her around roughly, he moved the grey glove over her mouth and nose while seizing the cowled crimefighter with her other arm.

Batwoman fought and kicked against his grip. The glove didn't cover her mouth tightly, allowing her to shout an angry "Let go of me!"

"Why don't you calm down and take a breather?" The crook replied as a sweet-smelling gas suddenly leaked from the pores of his glove, right into Batwoman's nostrils.

"Chloroform!" Batwoman quickly realized, and struggled even harder. But by then it was too late. It didn't take long for her kicks to become weaker, or her struggles to become less and less frequent. "No..." She moaned before fully succumbing to the gas, and she fell limp in the kidnapper's hands.

"Much better!"He breathed a sigh of relief before gently laying Batwoman onto the dirty floor. He grabbed the bag that was by his initial sniper perch and unzipped it to retrieve a coil of fresh brown rope. With that, he then rolled Batwoman onto her stomach, brushed her cape aside, and pulled her gloved wrists together.

Then, it began. He pulled the ropes around her wrists before snaking it up her forearms. Then, he tied some more rope above her elbows to further secure the vigilante. After making sure they were tightly bound, the crook moved down to do the same to Batwoman's legs. Her yellow boots were crossed at the ankles and quickly almost entirely covered by rope, and another smaller coil of ropes was applied underneath her knees The process was repeated with her thighs, which in the end left only a few bits of the costume's legs exposed.

Then, working fast, the thug began to top it off by wrapping more rope around Batwoman's torso. Starting beneath the Bat-logo across her chest, he wrapped the rope tightly down her body, pinning Batwoman's already bound arms to her back. He quickly followed up by tying more rope above her chest, then connecting the different torso bindings with rope going over her shoulders and under her armpits.

But that wasn't the end of it. Once Batwoman was fully restrained, the crook took out a roll of duct tape and began to reinforce the ropes by covering them in copious amounts of the sticky silver stuff. With the exception of the ropes around her shoulders, Batwoman soon had brown replaced with silver all across her body. He also made sure to wrap tape around her hands to prevent them from accessing her utility belt.

"Whew, gotta be sure when binding a bat." He commented. "Let's see, she should be waking up soon. How about... now!" He pointed at Batwoman's face, and got no response. "Huh. Guess I used more than I thou-no, wait, there we go."

Batwoman began to stir, her vision blurring slightly before she really came to. "Ah... my head... What?!" She sat up and began to wriggle around, quickly discovering that she couldn't move her arms or legs.

" Good job " a voice said, " I'll take it from here "

" Sure thing Boss " the crook said.