What family means

Missing part one

Lian's pov
Lian was waiting for her Dickie when her momma picked up the phone. "Dick, where are you? It's been an hour since you were supposed to pi-" she stopped. "Who are you?" Lian turned to her momma. Something was wrong. "What do you mean he's, 'out of commission? He verified he was going to pick up Lian three hours ago!" Momma sounded mad. She looked at Lian before stepping further into the apartment, taking the conversation with her. Lian stayed where she was. Was her Dickie hurt?
Jade's pov
Jade was mad at Dick when he called, but when a mysterious voice came on, she knew what had happened. He has been kidnapped. "I'd let you two talk, but poor Dickie seems to be out of commission." "What do you mean, 'out of commission?'"
Jade asked, growing angry at the man. "Let's just say he's going to have a nasty bruise when he wakes up." Jade looked at Lian before walking out of the room. "Why did you call?" She whispered, trying to keep Lian from hearing. "Because. Someone needs to get help before he dies."
Dick's pov
Dick had been walking down to Roy's apartment when he had been grabbed and pulled into an alley. He tried to get up, but was shoved down, and held down. He would've screamed for help, gotten somebody, but one of the people holding him had covered his mouth. Another one came up with a bat. The man raised the bat and swung. The person covering his mouth moved at the last second, so Dick took the full blow. It was powerful enough to knock him out.
When he woke up again, he was on his back, with his hands and ankles bound. He sat up and placed his back against a wall. How long had he been out? He groaned. His left temple was killing him. That was most likely where he got hit. He pulled his hands in front of him, trying to get reoriented. That hit had done something weird to him. A concussion, most likely. A door opened up in front of him, and he had to squint. Wherever the guy came from, it was bright.

Once his eyes had adjusted, he saw with horror that the man had a crowbar. He was going to be another Jason. The man stopped closer before pressing a button on a black box and kicking Dick in the side. He fell, grunting when he got to the floor. That hurt. The man held up the bar, and swung. Dick screamed as the bar contacted with his side. That was definitely broken ribs. The man swung again. This time, it was his leg that was punished. He almost screamed again. He groaned instead, earning him another whack with the bar. "C'mon, kid. Scream!" He swung and hit Dick in the chest again. He started coughing, and a wet sound slowly started to creep in. Blood. Once he stopped coughing, he laid there, breathing heavily. The man looked at him before pressing that button again. And kicking him in the ribs again. Then leaving. Dick just wanted to see Lian today. That was all. Why was the world against him when it came to his goddaughter?
Jade's pov
Jade stayed silent as the man continued. "I'm sending a tape to you. We've already started with a crowbar. We'll continue with weapons, getting deadlier and deadlier, until he's dead. Unless you pay us fifteen-thousand dollars by tonight, he's dead." The line clicked off. Jade cursed as she called Roy.

"Roy. Dick's been taken. I'm sending you the number. Find what you can. I'm going to stay with Lian. If you find Dick, get him out. They've already injured him, whoever they are." Roy answered. "I will. Do you want me to call Bruce?" Jade sighed. "I don't want him to go Daddy bats on us. You can tell him it's a crime boss Dick was tracking down. Do not tell him what happened. That'll just make it worse." "Will do. How's Lian? Does she know?"

Jade turned to the room where Lian was sitting. "No. I'd like to keep it as quiet as possible. She's so close to him, it would break her heart. Besides, the video hadn't been sent yet. I don't know how bad he is." "I don't know if that's such a good idea. At least tell her he's not able to come because he's injured." Jade sighed again. Today was not her day.
Dick's pov
Dick groaned as the bat hit him again. They'd transitioned to a bat. He didn't know why. He hadn't stopped coughing blood yet, and the bat wasn't helping. He let out a small whimper as the bat hit the back of his head. It had been hard enough for a concussion, but not hard enough to knock him out. The bat swung again, and made contact with his stomach. He coughed majorly, more blood spitting out. He was starting to see black dots on the edge of his vision. The man raised the bat, and swung again. It hit his head, and this time, it did knock him out. And he was happy to go with it. Anything was better than being kept in that position.