When Bruce had told me my next mission was retrieving and containing a biological weapon, I didn’t expect this. This being, speeding down back-streets in the Batmobile (probably going eighty or ninety), through the warehouse district on the outskirts of Blüdhaven, trying to escape angry terrorists, as my -basically- hostage rolled around in the back seat. Yeah. This had kind of turned into a mess.

Bruce had told me that there was some sort of biological weapon that a terrorist group was trying to make. No one knew if they actually made it, or what it actually was, but my objective was to either; break up the operation, or contain the weapon. When I got to the site and I had finally knocked out the last of the crooks in the lab, I looked around for a weapon. I was imagining something normal. Maybe like.. a bomb. A vial of flesh eating bacteria. A new ‘fun’ twist on mustard gas. I hadn’t expected.. you.

When I saw the limp body laying on a bed in the middle of a room I had discovered to the side of the lab, it all clicked. You had an IV stuck in your arm, all sorts of cords put on you to keep your vitals. So the ‘weapon’ was human. Or.. mostly human, at least from the looks of it. I didn’t know why you were being monitored, or what they had done to you, but as soon as I heard more guys with guns coming my way I started yanking cords off of you. I grabbed you in my arms, carrying you bridal style. “So.. try not to get shot, and I’ll do the same, yeah?

I weakly joked, basically to myself because you were still unconscious from some kind of sedative that they gave you, but it helped my nerves a little.

Now here we were, speeding down the grimy, rain-slick streets of Blüdhaven, you cuffed in the back seat (I couldn’t take a chance you woke up and became violent), and me in the front seat trying not to crash us as thugs shot at us from behind. The electronic display on the Batmobile’s dash spoke quietly in a robotic voice: “New objective: Gain the target’s trust while we observe it for more information.” We were.. off to a great start, kidnapper and kidnapped. I covered the screen, trying to talk over it and make it seem like this wasn’t exactly what it looked and sounded like. “Eh- just- ignore that. That’s—.. not important.”

I frantically muttered, not even sure if you were awake yet. I was just hoping you wouldn’t be too mad at me about the whole ‘kidnapping’ part later. “Geez, Grayson. They’re not even awake, stop talking to yourself..”

I added under my breath, knowing full well that it still counted as talking to myself, but that was besides the point. I had more pressing issues to deal with, and I had almost lost the crooks.