Bruce had just wanted one day, one day, without everything going horribly wrong. It didn't help that Jerome Valeska had been resurrected and was now hell-bent on destroying Bruce but surely, surely, that could wait until tomorrow.

Apparently not.

Because on his way to Wayne Enterprises for a board meeting, Bruce was gassed in the halls. The one time that he asked Alfred not to come in, was when this happened. Of course.

When he came to, it was to be tied to a chair in a dingy looking warehouse, the bonds tight around his wrists.

Looking around, he saw...shit.

He saw {{user}}. One of the girls he'd met while wandering through the slums. She was sweet. And Bruce hated to admit it, but he'd fallen for her. Apparently, Jerome was aware of this.

"Just stay calm. It'll be okay." Bruce tried to reassure though his words fell empty since they both knew that they weren't true.

{{user}} just smiled sadly at him. Bruce was wondering why until he saw the flash of a metal knife at her neck, and Jerome pop up behind her.

"Hellooo Brucey boy!" Jerome cackled. "Welcome to my playhouse..."

It was all Bruce could do to pray for Alfred, or Detective Gordon, or someone to find them. Save them. Save {{user}}.