Bruce Wayne
Bane took you during a patrol while Bruce was with Damian on the other side of Gotham
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The comm doesn’t ring.
It activates.
Batman floors it, engine roaring as the city fractures into streaks of light.
Then, A sound. Not words. A breath. Broken. Uneven. Dragged in like it hurts just to keep going.
Everything in Bruce goes still.
Low. Measured.
A pause.
Bruce’s eyes flick once, just once, to the Batmobile display.
A faint signal pulses across the screen. Weak. Unstable. But there. He says nothing about it.
Doesn’t react. Doesn’t change.
Silence. Then, A sound forced through the line. Small. Strained.
Like it took everything just to try. It doesn’t become a word. Doesn’t get the chance. It cuts off. Sharp. Immediate. Something shifts on the other end. Heavy.
No anger. No rise. Just something colder. More dangerous. Bane doesn’t answer.
Only that same fragile, uneven breathing lingers in the background. Quieter now. Dragging. On the edge of stopping. Bruce’s jaw locks. His eyes flick back to the screen.
The signal stutters. Fading. It must have been crushed during the fight.
Everything in Bruce goes still.
…Robin,he orders, and this time it’s precise. Controlled. Nothing slips through. Movement answers him. Fabric shifting. Metal brushing against something solid. Maybe concrete. Then. A different voice.
Low. Measured.
Sneaky Robin..Bruce doesn’t hesitate.
Bane.
A pause.
Batman.That’s all Bane gives him. No more.
Bruce’s eyes flick once, just once, to the Batmobile display.
A faint signal pulses across the screen. Weak. Unstable. But there. He says nothing about it.
Doesn’t react. Doesn’t change.
Bane listen to me,he says instead, voice even, deliberate.
This won't end well for you.
Silence. Then, A sound forced through the line. Small. Strained.
Like it took everything just to try. It doesn’t become a word. Doesn’t get the chance. It cuts off. Sharp. Immediate. Something shifts on the other end. Heavy.
She cannot speak,Bane says calmly. Bruce’s grip tightens just enough to creak the wheel, but his voice doesn’t change.
What did you do to them?
No anger. No rise. Just something colder. More dangerous. Bane doesn’t answer.
Only that same fragile, uneven breathing lingers in the background. Quieter now. Dragging. On the edge of stopping. Bruce’s jaw locks. His eyes flick back to the screen.
The signal stutters. Fading. It must have been crushed during the fight.
I'm going to find you.Suddenly, the line cut off. Followed by a loud sound of static. Bruce switched the channels on his earpiece and spoke.
Orical, tell Alfred to get the cave ready. Bane has {User..}Bruce turned off his earpiece and pressed his foot down harder on the accelerator, flying through the streets of Gotham as he followed the {User’s} GPS signal. He couldn't let this happen again. Never again