Silent Protector

Kidnapping (4)

Normal POV

It had been about a month since Bruce got Dick his dog. So far Dick had done his part and had taken care of Ace. He fed him, gave him water and played with him. The last point, of course, was an understatement.

Ever since Ace came into Dick's life he had spent as much time with him as possible. At the moment, Dick was in the backyard of Wayne Manor with Ace swinging on the swings. Ace was laying down in a soft patch of grass by the back door.

Unknown to dog or master a shadow watched their interactions from the shadows of the trees behind the manor.

Unknown POV

I looked over the basic information I had on the target.

Name: Richard 'John' Grayson

Guardian: Bruce Wayne

Age: 6

School: Homeschooled

Background: Parents were acrobats in Haley's International Circus. They were murdered when he was 2 years old by a man named Tony Zucco. Bruce Wayne took in the child as his ward and later officially adopted him.

I had been watching the boy for a month now and I was ready to strike. Most people want to make a clean living, but I was smarter than that. I realized that I could make more money off of those working imbeciles. You would be surprised how much a rich and worried parent will pay to get the precious child back safe and sound. Of course they usually come home with a little wear and tear, but nothing comes without sacrifice.

Unfortunately, it seems the boy had gotten a...companion. The boy is always with the dog, I can't find a moment their apart. The dog seems protective of the boy, but not to the point where he's always at his very side. He just goes wherever the boy goes. So, the question is how do I get the boy without the dog getting in the way.

That's when it hit me. "Could I...?" I mumble to myself. I smile as I adjust my plan in my mind.

I'll need one or two dog graspers and some tranquilizers in case the dog becomes too much trouble, but it would work.

A small sinister smile came to my face as I got up from my seat and made my way to the door of the dark room that was covered with pictures and information of my newest target.

This was my job. To kidnap and hold ransom the children of the rich. I knew every technique and method in kidnapping. I could get a parent so worried they would pay anything to get their child back. I was the best at what I did, and Bruce Wayne would soon find this out.

I walked down the long hallway, ready to gather men to retrieve the target.

Normal POV

Dick was swinging on the swing set in the backyard when he looked up in the window of Wayne Manor and saw Bruce watching him. His smile grew wider and he waved at his father. Bruce waved back happily before turning around and continued to do paperwork in his study.

Dick was swinging and was going considerable high for a kid his age. Without any warning, as Dick was going backwards and at the highest he could go, a hand shot out and grabbed the swing making it jerk to a sudden stop. Dick fell out of the swing and hit the ground hard with a small yelp.

Ace immediately shot up ready to attack, when two men jumped out of the tree line and secured him in dog graspers and held him there.

Dick turned around to see a man that he didn't recognize. His eyes widened in fear as he got up and started to slowly back away.

"Now do you want to come with us willingly...or do we need to use force," the intruder asked; the first part being friendly and kind while the second part changed to a dark sinister tone.

Dick quickly turned around and tried to run to the house. With a speed that would put the Flash to shame, the man sent a swift kick to the boys back, sending him to the ground. Dick whimpered as the kick wasn't hard enough to injure him, but still hurt.

The man knelt down, put his knee into Dick's lower back, and pulled his hands behind his back. He got close to Dick's ear and whispered, "Looks like we do this the hard way then."

Fear pulsing through his entire body, Dick did the only thing he could think to do. "DADDY! DADDY HELP!!!" Dick yelled as loud as he could.

The man dug his knee harder into Dick's back making him yell out in pain.

"Shut up, brat!"

Bruce shot up in his chair when he heard his son scream. When he got to the window, he froze at the scene playing out in front of him. A man on top of his son, keeping him to the ground as he held his hands tightly behind his back.

Bruce ran out of the study and down stairs. He finally got outside and was first met with the sight of two men holding back a barking Ace. His eyes fell on his son who was cringing in pain and could see why. Not only did the man have his knee into Dicks back, but he was also tying his hands behind his back with zip-ties. What really got to him was that he could already see that he was tying them too tight. There were already signs that the blood circulation to Dicks hands was being cut off, but the huge hint was that the ties were already cutting into his skin.

Bruce tried to run to his sons aid, but a warning shot stopped him in his tracks . He saw a man come out of the tree line and kept his gun trained on him.

Bruce could only watch in dismay as his son was pulled to his feet and taken away. His son turned to meet his eyes and his heart broke when he saw the combination of pain, fear, and tears on his face.

All of a sudden someone threw a smoke bomb and Bruce couldn't see his son. When the smoke cleared Bruce ran to the last place he saw his son, but he was already gone.