Captive

   Bruce Wayne was on his knees, hands tied behind his back.
   In the room with him were three men, each with MP5 submachine guns.  Bruce kept his head low, but did his best to listen to everything that was going on.  From what he could tell, the head of this operation was on the phone with the police.
   "No! I want clearance for our helicopter to land! We'll take Wayne with us, and once we're far away, we'll drop him somewhere nice and safe.... well, you don't have a choice, now do you, Inspector?"
   Another one of the armed men walked in, dragging a dark-haired teenage girl behind him.  "Hey, Davik, we found this girl crawling through the air vents.  Her press pass says that she's a reporter for..."—he looked at her press pass—"...The Daily Star.  Name's Lois Lane."
   Bruce's eyes suddenly widened, but he kept his head still.  He didn't want to give away the fact that she was important to him.
   Davik frowned. "Never heard of it."
   The other man looked at the pass again. "Says here that it's a high school paper."
   Something clicked in Davik's memory. "Wait. Lois Lane? Reporter for Metropolis High's Paper?"
   The other man nodded.
   Davik grinned and looked down at Bruce. "Well then, kid, looks like we've got your girlfriend." Turning back to his subordinate, his face went a little more serious. "Put her right here."
   Lois struggled against her captor, but made sure to keep her mouth shut—she knew better than to make stupid comments when both she and her boyfriend were held at gunpoint.
   Squatting down next to Bruce, Davik spoke quietly.  "Now, see, I know that you can get the money. You've got connections. Tell me who to contact."
   Bruce didn't say a word.  He didn't want to voluntarily finance the schemes of a terrorist group, and was still trying to figure out a way to escape.
   "Fine, then," Davik said flippantly. You don't think this is real? You don't think that we'll actually kill any of you?
   Bruce suddenly realized what Davik was getting at. He looked at Lois.  Her normally-perfectly-brushed hair was disheveled, and she had a look of helpless fear in her eyes.
   Bruce's mind raced back nearly a decade.


   Crime Alley.
   Gunshots.
   Not again.

   Davik pointed his gun at Lois.  Bruce's calm was shattered.
   "HEEEAAARGH!!"
   He jumped at Davik, desperately trying to do anything possible to stop him.
   Davik flipped his gun around and slammed Bruce in the head with its back end, knocking him to the floor.  Bruce could only watch through blurred vision as Davik turned his gun back on Lois and opened fire.