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From My Hands	By : Undine Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 3109 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHapter 3
This was becoming far too familar. Stakeout after stakeout, each leading to a dead end. He couldn't help but feel a little antsy. Batman was the detective, Robin was the boy of action. Sure he tried to teach each Robin to do everything he did but it still didn't take away from the fact that he really just wanted to beat the crap out of every dealer till one squeeled. Instead here he was, sitting on top of yet another warehouse, binoculars in hand, hoping someone of suspicion came around.
So far all he'd seen were rats.
Heaving a sigh he placed the binoculars down a moment to rub his temples and gave a shot at rubbing his eyes through the mask. With each pass of the back of his hands he could feel the tug of the adhesive on his skin, It was welcome, it kept him from passing out from boredome, kept him up.
When the binoculars were raised to his eyes again it took a second to register but he saw it, a shadow kreeping up from the right corner of his extended vision. Adjuting his look he found a shadowed figure trying to sneak up on the building. The shadows kept him well concealed but there was a patch of bright light between his location and the warehouse. The man kept looking over his shoulder,paranoid he was beeing tailed apparently. Never thought he'd be getting watched from above by a little red bird,
Finally his features were being revealed when he began to step into the light, He inched in, making sure no one was following him. When his gaunt face, sharp nose, sunken in eyes became clear Robin gasped. It was him, it was the man from the previous night. The man dragging the young girl into the alley. Unfortunately he didnt have the time to think about how he'd gotten away when the other attacked him. With the girl dying in his arms and Batman calling him back to the cave he didn't have time to investigate. It appeared that he'd managed to escape homicide and arson. For a moment Robin allowed himself to wish the man hadn't, before stealing himself. If Batman had ever known he'd had such thoughts...
Shaking off needless thoughts he turned focus back to his suspect. If anything this guy may have info on who might have killed his two playmates from the night before. He couldn't see how the girl would run into them and he wouldn't. Slinking off to the side of the warehouse he disappeared into shadows again, eventually slipping beyond Robins sight. He contemplated for a moment. He wasn't sure if the man was headed for the building or slipping between them to escape. He was reluctant to let the man escape. He wanted to drill him about everything that had happened. If he left post, Batman would kill him.
A stumbling figure cought his attention through his thoughts. Focussing on the figure he watched it try to creep up after the man through the same shadows and cover he'd taken. This one was worse than the former. Why did everyone thing they could be stealthy ninjas nowadays? When the smaller shadow finally stepped into the light his heart and stomach did flip flops. It was her!
His heart lifted at the knowledge that she'd survived, that she was alive. He'd managed to save one. Yet another part of him found it creepy. Was he being stalked by these people?
Though it did explain why she was not nearly as stealthy as she tried to be. Last night she'd been dying in his arms, overheating to the point that braindamge, if not death, was highly likely. What in the world was she doing walking aroung the streets of Gotham! Worse yet she was trailing the man that had gtten her into this mess to start. If this man was in any bussiness, drugs, huma trafficking, anything, she had no idea what she was getting herself into. She was going to get herself killed.
She was already headed into the opening between the two warehouses where the man had disappeared into before he came up with his decision. He'd sweep in, tell her to get lost, send her on her way back to some hospital, then contact Batman if he needed him. Somewhere in the back if his mind he wondered if this is how Superman felt, always saving the same girl.
THe muscles in her legs burned. Her lungs burned. She swore her brain had a pulse of its own from the way it pounded against the inside of her skull. She'd kept a considerable distance from her father because of this. Her harsh breath alone might have given her away from a closer range. Several times she'd lost him, fighting to pick up his trail again after falling back against some building after the world swam together far to much for her to have any bearings. Her blood was still boiling but her body shivered, ignoring the sweat that had broken out across her step she took her legs felt more like rubber than the step was sheer will power that kept her from throwing up everything she hadn't eaten.
She had no idea what had kept her going. Somehow, though she could remeber no such time she'd visited the area, everything felt familiar. The path she took felt etched into some subconcious part of her brain, as if her feet were on a track being guided to her father. As she approached the opening, slipping into the shadows of the building once again, she wasn't sure what guided her to what looked like the entrance to a storm cellar. Her father had been long gone from the alley before she'd rounded the corner. She could not rightly say that this was the path her father had taken but she passed the door leading into the warehouse in lou of it.
Hands shaking, it took several trys to reach for the handle of the covering, took several more to pull the door open. Even before she could get the door laid open her breath was harsh, her face flushed with exertion. Her knees wobbled a bit, thratened to give out underneather her. Swaying a moment or two she decided. Push forward! Push forward no matter what!
The term "What out for that first step" came into play as she attempted to stumble down the stairs that lay before her. Of course it applied to every step as she clawed the wall, trying to keep herself balanced enough to not tumbled head first down the steps. SOmehow, though it appeared there'd been no light in the alley above, it seemed toget darker the further she moved into the tunnel like hall the steps lead to. There were paths, left and right, alcoves and doorways at the end of various halls. Never once did she question where she should be, her feet leading her down the corridor.
Something in the air... Her nostrils flared, she took in deep breaths. It was sweet, with a chemical sting in it's wake. After a few deep breaths her eyes seemed to focus better. The world stopped spinning, the pounding in her head subsided a bit. It became strong the further she moved.
Ahead she could see a light leaking through an open door way. Muffled voices drifted on the eerie wind that seemed to drift through the underground tunnels. Temple dragging gently against the cool wall, she kept close to the shadows, slinking up to the door way. As she reached the edge her body gave out. Leaning her full body weight against the wall she slunk down to the floor, fighting through the fuzz to hear the voices inside.
"..Disapointed Fischer. Two of my men dead. Your girls gone. Whats worse she brought us Bat trouble." A male voice, gruff, thick, like he'd smoked far too many cigars. A murmurred reply, too soft to break through the static that played through her ears. "No girl, no payment Fischer. Time to pay the piper."
Her lids were getting heavy. She could see black creeping in at the edges of her vision. Suddenly a gauntleted hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the gasp of air that came with the yank that pulled her back and to the side, landing her against the wall of a hall next to the doorway she'd been listening heart jumped into her throat and from there it raced like a sports car.
"Shh" was whispered against her ear. Though her eyes were squeezed tightly shut her body had gone from being on the verge of passing out to high alert in seconds. Moments passed, nothing but the steady pressure aginst her lips anf one pressing her against the wall on her shoulder. No voice, no advances... Daring to open her eyes she was met with the whited out eyes of Gothams own boy wonder. He was staring intently into her eyes, demanding her silence and understanding before he'd remove his hand. It took a moment before she could force herself to nod to him, to trust herself not to scream out or faint once he actually had removed his hand. Several light gulps of air later he felt it save to grill her.
"What are you doing here!" He hissed out as low as he could get, attempting his best 'bat-glare'. He was a long while away from being as intimidating as the boss.. "You shouldn't be here! You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. Get out of her. You don't belong here" He gestured over his shoulder, trying to get her to move back the way they'd come.
She yanked her hand fom his grasp, shaking her head as she put her weight back against the wall. She closed her eyes again. If she closed her eyes the world stopped spinning. "This IS my place!" She spat at him. "MY father left me to them,, now he's here! It's every bit my bussiness!" Her voice cracked at the end. He couldn't tell if it was emotion or physical strain. Did she just say father...?
Something in him seethed at this. But there wasn't time for this now! He shook it off. "Listen, these guys are dangerous! You're not trained for this!" He placed his hand on her shoulders, shaking her gently, trying to get some sense into her. She shook her head, trying to ignore him.
CLang!
Her eyes shot open wide as a weight feel against her. She was dragged down to her knees when Robin fell into her arms limply. He groaned in her arms, trying to regain himself. Looking up she was met by a large broad chested man, still weilding the bat that had obviously been used to crack the boy in the back of the head. Off from the left, another man grabbed her arm, wrenching her up to her feet, taking full hold when she was within grasp. Robin rolled from from her lap with another groan.
The man with the bat took another swing at Robin, there was a yelp from him, then nothing as he was finally knocked out cold. The man prodded the masked vigilante with his foot several times, kicking much harder than needed for an unconcious body, before hauling him over his shoulder. The other man hefted her up, not a difficult task in her current state
The door she'd been listening at became their new path as the large men interrupted the current conversation, stopping just barely inside a large open room.A man sat at the other end of the room, like a king on a throne surrounded by guards and sleaszy woman. She didn't notice anyone much, falling the man that had betrayed her. Her father was in the middle of the room, held down on his jknees and hunched over by the hand forcing him down. He looked overhis shoulder at their interruption as did everyone.
"Father!" Her voice was full of contempt.
"Sorry boss! We got some visitors." The guy jostled Robing on his shoulder for emphasis. "What do you want us to do with them?"
"The Bats brat..." The 'boss' paused. He was stiff "He'll be after the bird any minute." Looking among those gathered, including her father he thought, then nodded to the men holding them captive. "Put them with our other visitors."
Just as soon as the matter was 'finished' Fischer spoke up. He fought against the hands still holding him in place. "Wait! That's her! Thats my daughter! You've got her! She was my payment.. you can let me go!"
She fought as they carried her and Robin from the room, barely doing more than grazing them and only causing herself to feel naseated. The last thing she saw was the 'bosses' exasperated sigh and pulling a handheld gun of some kind from his jacket. Just around the corner from the room, unable to see into the room she heard a shot, seeing the flash from the small explosion leak out into the hall...
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