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The Birthday Present	By : Kip Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8478 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Bruce cursed himself silently for all sorts of fool, but by then it was too late, far too late. Hindsight was a wonderful thing, if useless.
I should have known the call for us to go to the warehouse was a set‑up, but their credentials checked out perfectly! Whoever did this has the right, or in this case - wrong, connections!
However, knowing that did him no good at all.
If only it had been me they were after! But it was his companion that the men had wanted, and even now Bruce still had no more idea about that part than he had had at the outset.
Why do they want Sandy, and what do they want him for? His psychic talent? And how could anyone else know about that? But whatever their abductors knew, or how they had discovered it, it was obvious that this event had been meticulously planned.
What are they doing to him? Brought here at gunpoint to a boat moored at an isolated end of the docks, Bruce and Sandy had had no choice but to board the vessel, and hoping to buy some time the pair had reluctantly complied with the demands of their kidnappers. With their connections the two of them would soon be missed; it was only a matter of time…

How long has it been now? Bruce had no way to know. Forced down the narrow stairs to the small cabin and dumped on one of the bunks, knowing that any attempt to resist at that stage would get them both injured if not worse, Bruce had been summarily restrained below deck and then equally rapidly abandoned.
What are their plans for us? For a few minutes there had been only a tense silence, until the sounds of angry voices had drifted down into the small room.
The instant he was certain that no one was watching him, Bruce had set about testing his bonds. It was about that point that the thud of flesh on flesh had started. He could only guess at what was happening up on deck, but imagination and experience suggested some dreadful possibilities.
I have to get out of these! Have to get up there and help Sandy! But despite repeated tugging the ropes remained tight around his wrists and ankles, and the tape over his mouth too snug fitting for any hope of removal without outside help.
What are they doing up there? With one spectacularly loud thud, the awful noises from the upper deck stopped short.
Sandy!!!
Bruce held his breath, straining to hear anything, desperate for the slightest clue as to what was happening to his friend, but beyond the frantic pounding of his heart, there was only the chug of the engines and the slap of water against the hull.
Nothing…
If anything, the renewed silence was worse. And then…

The stairs! Someone's coming!
The cabin door swung open just long enough for something bulky to be dumped inside, before the noise of the key turning in the lock closed off the only route to the outside world again.
Inside the room the air was hot and stuffy, smelling of engine oil and mildew, the slatted metal cover over the small porthole too tight to allow more than rudimentary ventilation. Bruce had already discounted it as an escape route.
They're taking no chances with us leaving.
Through sheer determination Bruce forced his body to exceed its limits, so that he could look over the edge of the bunk bed. What he saw sent a slick of cold sweat over his straining body.
Sandy!
Face down on the floor, the blond lay trussed and gagged; his wrists bound behind his back. There was no sign of awareness, just the desperate struggle of a body unable to take in enough air.
With his weight pressing down on his chest like that, his lungs can't expand properly!
Lying there, muscles trembling with the effort of holding himself in position, Bruce could see the urgent struggle playing out below. Panic gripped him as he watched a thin trickle of blood dribbling out of the blonde's nose.
They've beaten him, and gagged like that he can't breathe! He's suffocating!
The normally healthy golden tint of the other man's skin was gone, Sandy's face was mottled, rapidly turning from red toward a sickly blue tint.
It's already starting, right in front of me! I have to do something!
The terror Bruce had suffered as a child, while helplessly watching his parents murdered, returned to haunt him. Panicked, Bruce started drumming one heel frantically on the cabin wall. They had to hear, they had to! He didn’t care what they did to him, but someone had to take notice!

"Didn’t get enough last time, eh?" The door opened and the swarthy‑faced man peered in cautiously. "Shut up, you hear," He snapped, evidently wary of an escape attempt. "Or I'll…" When the reaction from his captives was not what he was expecting, he stalled, perplexed.
Grimacing, Bruce urgently nodded his head down toward the rapidly choking form of his friend.
"What the?" The thug might not be smart, but he was quick enough to take the hint. "Oh fuck!" Hurrying over the deck, the man jerked Sandy over onto one side and ripped the duct tape off the blonde’s face in one quick move.
Was it in time though? Bruce held his breath.
There was a short flush of blood onto the floor, and then nothing.
The other man looked unnerved. "Breathe you stupid bastard! Just breathe, or we'll all be in the shit!" He muttered. "Oh fuck…" Wide eyed, their jailor stared over at Bruce. "What do I do?"
Get me free, you moron! I swear I won't come and kill you until after I've done CPR! Jerking urgently Bruce writhed, straining against the ropes that bound him. Let me up so I can help him!!!

For once the Bat was as powerless as the Playboy, the restraints were too well applied for even the animal side to counter. Neither of them noticed as their shared flesh was rubbed raw. Only one thing mattered...
“Fuck...” Something in Bruce's expression must have communicated the caged fury within him as the other man dropped to his knees beside the pale form. "I bet I'm gonna regret this…" He muttered and, pressing the unmoving body back onto the deck, leant in closer pressing his mouth over Sandy's, sliding his hand under the back of the other man's head and tilting to open the airway.
SANDY!!! The only thing Bruce could remember afterwards, about that moment, was the silhouette of an unshaven face outlined against the dim light, and the way the darkness suddenly exploded.
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