Saving Assassins

Chapter 9

Dick:

The tank was halfway full. They were both preoccupied with him. I turned to my wrist and dialed Maya. No answer. Barbera? No answer. Bruce didn't answer and neother did Alfred. Everyone doing their own thing today? I sighed. We were on our own, down for the count.

I focused on taking full breaths. They didn't know I fit air suppliers into the suit, two. The Joker and Dylan left to go upstairs. I threw a knife up, it hit the ceiling above the trick stair. I had no way out, but he did. "Ryan. Ryan look at me."

It seemed like it took everything out of him to look up. I sighed. I tossed something at the knew ledge, it was a cool kind of thing. It was shaped in a circle, then it latched to the chair, disarming al it's power. The cuffs on Ryan came off.

I silently was relieved. "Now get out of here. You have techniques too, right?" He nodded, slowly getting up. "Alright now we need to get you out of that thing." I looked at him, facepalming. "Dude are you serious? Get out of here. I'll set an explosion in here, it'll blast this whole floor. I might or might not get out. Leave." He sighed.

"Sorry." He went over to the wheel to the hose and turned it. The water turned off. Then all the water gushed in, filling to the top. I took one of my air suppliers and put it in. Pressure. I punched the wall. Crack. Again. Crack a little more. Ryan had been shot with a trank because he tried to turn off the water. What a house of traps.

I had cracked this wall, but they were prepared for this. There was an outer wall that had to be hit from the outside. I was on my second air supplier. I swam to the top, suddenly there was an opening. I grabbed onto both sides and pulled myself up, getting halfway.

"Smart, but not expectant." Said Dylan. What a father, how were they both good people with that as a rome model? He pulled out a gun. He didn't hesitate as the trigger was pulled. I fell back into the tank, looking at my arm. Now my head was pounding aling with my arm. I couldn't think... If someone would just... hit the outside....

Maya:

"Barbera! The mission is over, ready to get back to the batcave?" I asked, she turned to face me. "Our mission is over. Dick called both of us. Twice. Something's up." He didn't answer, so we tracked him. His travker worked for a split second before shutting off. I turned on the car. Barbera got in. I drove faster. The tracker isn't waterproof.

We got to the location to find the Banks' house. We took out their security and went inside. Opening a door, I found stairs, I used my hand to wave Barbera over. The basement. I slid down the rail, silence was the key to being unseen.

Barbera followed, using the stairs. Suddenly, I heard a creak and grabbed her arm. I oulled her up before she fell into something. We ran down the rest of the set to find a tank that Barbera almist fell into. The Joker and Dylan were barely spotted as they dropped into a tube. I ran over, "Dammit!" I was frustrated until I realized this was a rescue mission.

"Dick! Oh my god!" I turned to see Dick in the tank. He was just floating. "There's blood in the tank." Barbera hit the glass with a pipe lying on the floor. It shattered and everything came out. A bullet washed onto my boot. "Look for a bullet wound." He had come to find Ryan...

I spotted him about 15 feet away. He coughed as he sat up. He pulled a trank out from his neck. Ryan saw me and relaxed, until he saw Dick. "What happened?" He asked, stumbling as he ran over. "Bullet wound is in his left arm. Nothing huge, he's been through worse. Ryan how long was he.." He looked up, "Not sure. He, um... He was underwater before I uh.." He held up the trank.

I crawled up and started CPR. "This water is freezing." Barbera said as she watched." She had a point. Turning him on his side, the water was cleaned from his system. Then I picked him up over my head, tbe way firefighters would. "He's not gonna wake up here. Let's go. And Barbera, drive fast." We climbed into the car and I out Dick up front, turning on the seat heater. Ryan leaned back in his seat, eyes closed. But he wasn't asleep.

We went to the Wayne mansion, not the BatCave. Running inside, we took Dick to a hospital room. Bruce had installed some of these for certain reasons, such as. "Alfred!" I yelled, Ryan was sitting on a chair. Barbera was up beside Dick with me. She grabbed the AED and we started. "Clear." I replied, she put them down and he was electrocuted. "Again. Clear." She did it again. Nothing. "He's not dead..." She shed a couple tears before punching the wall, her head leanong against it. I took the paddles and looked at his lifeless face. We'll test that. "Clear." This time, after I shocked him, I found a small pulse, and he gasped. But no other response. I hooked him up to a few things, including a Cardiogram.

His heartbeat was a bit slow, but there. Then I covered him up with a blanket. I sighed, leaning against the wall with Barbera. "He's not dead. Close call." I replied, then Barbera was glaring at him. "Oh he's dead." I gave a slight smile. "Where's Alfred?" Barbera and I shared a look before leaving the room. We separated and searched the mansion. Soon enough, I walked into another hospital room to find Bruce lying on a bed. Alfred sat next to him, turning to look at me as the door opened. "Alfred, what the-" I was interrupted. "Bruce just got out of surgery. I think it was called a Microchip Implant."