Son Of Gotham (Editing)

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I woke up, what must have been hours later. Some sort of sack was over my head and my both my hands and feet were tied up to a chair. I didn't know where I was, but it was hot. I couldn't think, all I could think was 'only my first time out fighting people and I got kidnapped.. great.'

I noticed my mask was still on, nice of them not to take it off because if they did, it would probably cause Bruce's secret about Batman get out. I didn't have any shoes on and they took off my gloves. My head throbbed like someone just got done kicking me in the head with heavy boots.

I heard foot steps coming towards me. I held my head up, I was terrified but I can't show fear to these people. The same man who had the red handkerchief removed the sack from my head. I had a better look at his face from this angle and it wasn't pretty; one half of his face looked like a normal man but the other looked like a crispy demon. One beautiful blue eye and one blood shot red eye. He changed his suit since my kidnapping, he now wore an all black suit with a dark red tie. He looked at me and pulled up a seat to sit right in front of me.

"I have one simple question for you," He said leaning towards me. "Who is the Batman?"

I knew I couldn't tell him. I don't care if i die, I can't do that to Bruce, "Your mom." I snapped back at him in a sarcastic tone, giving him the most original comeback I could think of.

He signed and stood up. He put his hands on top of mine and got right into my face. I didn't flinch and I kept steady eye contact.

"I'll ask you again, who is Batman?"

"I don't know, why don't you ask me something else, other than math, I've never been good at math." I said with a smirk, I wanted to piss him off not sure if that was a good idea though.

He pulled out a gun and held it to my head, "who is Batman?!" He yelled, out of patients.

Well this is how in going to die, being a sarcastic asshole to some guy, "I'm not telling you shit pal. This isnt the only reason why you want me."

He quickly moved the gun from my head to my shoulder and pulled the trigger. I bit down on my tongue and clenched my teeth together but I didn't let out a scream or anything, "is that all you got?" I asked with a giant smirk.

I may look week, but I'm tough. I will never tell this guy, Two Face, who Batman is.

"You're right, I want to put an end to Batman. This is the first step now tell me or I'll start with your fingers." Two Face barked.

He let out a loud sigh in frustration when I refused and he walked back into the shadows. You could tell just from looking at him he was an impatient guy.

Two guys walked out and one stood behind me and the other stayed in front of me. The one behind me was on the bigger side. He was also tall and very muscular and bulky. His face looked like it was stuck in a permanent frown of disgust. The one in front of me was smaller and skinnier. He basically looked like I did six months ago; hungry, sickly skinny, and scared.

The one in back grabbed my chair and scooted it forwards towards the other one. The skinny man reached out to remove my mask but before he could touch it, I bit him. He stammered back in surprise and the one behind me chuckled.

"Don't remove the boys mask until he's dead." Two Face said from the shadows.

"Okay boss!" The small man said. He reached into his pocket and pulled out brass knuckles. I wasn't so worried until I saw the short, sharp spikes that where sticking out of the top each of the loops, "I'll make this quick..," the man said and hit me, hard, in the cheek. "Just kidding." He said and laughed.

He hit me in the cheek and I felt the spikes break my skin. Blood trickled down my red cheek, Dick told me not to show weakness and thats what I'm trying to do. Something tells me Dick is also in this line of work. The man swung at me again and planted a punch right into my nose,