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Captured	By : FairyLights Category: +A through F > Batman: Arkham City Views: 4253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Arkham Knight or any of its predecessors or characters. I am not making any money from writing this story.

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As the car sped through Gotham, Aubrey never noticed the size of the city. The buildings appeared even taller and wider; the streets seemed less narrow. Looking out the tinted windows, she watched the city spiral into chaos. Underneath neon signs, rioters filled the streets. They burned cars, broke windows,and looted stores. They didn’t have a care in the world. She assumed Gotham Police was overwhelmed by the amount of thugs in the streets. She knew they didn’t have the manpower or the equipment to deal with mobs this size. She’d donated money to fund their department, but it still wouldn’t be enough. Nobody ever anticipated such a large riot.

Scarecrow had driven everyone out of the city with his fear toxin. However, it didn’t make much sense to evacuate city and then release his toxin. He’d implied the blast was city-wide. Unless it wasn’t. Aubrey knew Bruce would figure it out. Only he could stop Scarecrow. He had the resources and skills to defeat every super criminal in the city. He outsmarted The Riddler. He beat the Penguin to a pulp. He always caught Two-Face mid-heist. None of them defeated him. Joker learned that the hard way. Scarecrow would be no trouble at all. Somehow, someway, Bruce always won in the end.

That is if his secret doesn’t kill him first.

“Look at it,” the commander said. “The great Gotham City being brought to its knees. In a few hours, Scarecrow’s toxin will fill up these streets and Gotham will be finished.”

“Scarecrow is a coward who hides behind chemicals and a stupid mask,” she snapped at him. “Batman will stop him. He always does.”

He pushed her face into the window, “You’re surrounded by hundreds of soldiers. I got drones, tanks and men all over the city. You think Batman can stop this? He’s just one man. He’s weak, old, and predictable. He can use billion-dollar tanks, silly gadgets, and pathetic sidekicks all he wants. It’s no match for what we have in store tonight.”

“He’ll still win. The Joker was one man with an army of his own and look what happened to him.”

“I’m not him!” he gritted, yanking her hair, “I know Batman! I know his every move!I know how he thinks! And after tonight he’ll be dead.”

“You can try.” When he released her, she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

“You know this city. You figure it out.”

She looked out the window. She saw the familiar lanterns and dragon statues of Chinatown. Seeing the rows of red and gold pillars, she assumed they were heading north. Both Miagani and Founder’s island were in the opposite direction. When she spotted a chinese restaurant she and Bruce visited, she knew they reached city limits. Looking up ahead, she saw the tall processing plant of Ace Chemicals. The green sign stood atop the large entrance, and the thick smell of chemicals reached her through the truck. Normally, the plant was quiet. Tonight she saw transport helicopters flying in and out. Aubrey followed one helicopter leaving the plant and flying towards Bleak Island, several drones following behind. These men meant business. One would’ve thought they were preparing for war, not a hostile takeover.

“Open the gate,” the commander said, and she saw the iron gate lift open to reveal the massive army within.

It reminded her of a military camp. Men in red and white uniforms bearing the same Arkham insignia marched inside helicopters waiting on the top tier. She now wished she’d given Lucius her blueprints sooner. He would’ve need them. The row of trucks drove into the plant, driving straight through the entrance down a long tunnel. Here, she saw men packing weapons and military-grade equipment into more trucks before heading out. Worry sat in her stomach as she watched the militia prepare their takeover. She thought of her brother facing these men alone. She knew Bruce more than most people. He would insist on taking on this army by himself. Barbara would sit in the Clock Tower, helping him with her computer skills. Tim will be in Pasadena Studios working on Bruce’s secret project. If Bruce wasn’t careful, these men could shoot him out of the sky.

Then she understood why Scarecrow evacuated the city. Ace Chemicals was the only place in Gotham where he could manufacture his toxin on such a large scale. It hardly mattered that they’d emptied the city. The blast radius will stretch further than anyone can imagine. The idea suddenly hit her in the chest. If Bruce didn’t find a way to stop him, the entire eastern coast could be covered in fear gas.

“You should’ve blind folded me,” she taunted the commander. “What happens when I escape and contact the big bad Batman? I don’t think you want him knowing your hideout right away.”

“You won’t escape,” he stated curtly. “You couldn’t escape the Steel Mill. I don’t think you can escape the plant.”

She turned to him, wishing she could see his face. How could he know that? Yes, it’d been public knowledge Strange threw her into Arkham City. Yet, she never told anyone about the kidnapping. She told Vicki Vale, Jack Ryder and all the others she camped out until help came. If people knew she’d been kidnapped, it’d make for a bad image. But, somehow this man knew about The Steel Mill. Had he been there? No. Impossible. None of Batman’s enemies could conjure up such a large army. Penguin was an arms dealer. Two-Face was a bank robber. Most of their goons had the intelligence of a sea sponge. She considered perhaps someone Bruce crossed back in Arkham City or even the Asylum. No names came to mine.

They reached a control booth by one of the tunnel gates. “Out. Now,” her captor said, opening her door for her.

She slid out and into the grasp of the soldier she hit. When he grabbed her arm, his commander pushed him aside. He kept her at his side as they entered. She saw men inside installing monitors, communication links and data storage units around the room. They kept a map of Gotham tacked to a wall, red dots pinpointing specific areas. She supposed these were checkpoints.

“Sir, all systems are up and running,” one of the men said when he entered. “Communication channels and tracking systems are officially online.”

“Good,” he said, “Batman’s on his way. I want to form a welcome party for him. Ready one of the drones.”

“Yes, sir,” the man turned back to the computer behind him, quickly typing in his command codes.

“You two head over to relay station one,” he pointed to the men behind him. “The rest of you head on to Stagg’s airships. He’s gonna pay for betraying Scarecrow.”

They all nodded and rushed towards nearby trucks. “What are your men doing in Stagg’s airships?” she asked him, “Is Simon helping you somehow?”

“Shut up.” He cut her free and sat her in a corner chair. He moved to the control system behind him and typed away on a keyboard.

“I accused him of inhumane treatment in his human trials,” she said, rubbing her wrists. “He was forcing people to take medication against their will. He used people who betrayed or crossed him in some way. The pills had terrible side effects. The least of it was vomiting, but some people almost died. Is he the one who hired you? Is that why you kidnapped me?”

His modulator tuned his snort, “As if. You already know Scarecrow hired me.”

“But what does he want with me? I’m nobody to him. Kidnapping me isn’t going to do anything for him.”

“It’ll bring Batman here. He can’t help himself. He’ll see Gotham’s sweetheart in distress and come running. You’re Batbait, honey.”

He came to her with a small injection gun. “What are you doing?” she asked, wide eyes looking between him and the gun, “What is that? Hey, hey!”

The gun pinched through the side of her neck. Once he calibrated her tracker to his helmet, he looked down at her. “Now I don’t have to bother with zip ties,” he said, “Because I’ll know where you are everywhere you go. There’s not a place in Gotham you can go that I wouldn’t be able to find you.”

“In case he rescues me, right?” she guessed.

“In case you run away.”

“And you think I will?”

“I know you will.”

“What if I don’t? What if I sit here and play damsel in distress? Batman seems to really like that in his women. It’s kinda his thing.”

“Because you played that last time and it didn’t work.”

She sat stunned as she watched him. Who was he? How did he know so much?

“Sir,” she heard a voice through his com link, “The drone is active and online. Target is headed towards Ace Chemicals.”

“Perfect.” He called in the two soldiers outside the booth, “You two are on guard duty.”

Aubrey watched him leave and then looked to her guards. One dressed in all white with a red face mask. The other wore black and red camouflage. She didn't need to see their faces to know they smirked at her. They each stood on either side of her. She could almost hear their thoughts. The hairs on her arms stood up as the white one touched the tip of her ponytail. His partner lifted her chin to see her more clearly.

“She’s just as hot in person as in pictures,” he said, turning her face from side to side.

“Yeah,” the other scoffed, “Why did he kidnap her anyways?”

“He says it’s for Scarecrow,” he replied, “But I think he wants her. I don’t blame him either. Imagine it: fucking Gotham’s pretty princess and then rubbing it in everyone’s face.”

The white one laughed, continuing to play with her hair. “What if he films it live for Gotham to watch? That’s a billboard I’d watch. Be better than listening to Scarecrow’s threatening Batman.”

“I bet she’d like that anyways,” the black one said, walking behind her and resting his hands on her shoulders. His grip made her tense up as if dunked in cold water. “Wouldn’t you, Ms. Wayne?” the scent of cigarettes sickened her. Her body picked up on his heat and she hated herself. “Let’s see what she’s hiding under here…”

“Get off me!”

She pushed against the arms wrapping themselves around her. Bumping and shouldering him away, it didn’t stop his hands from finding either side of her buttoned blouse. In a single rip, buttons dropped into her lap and onto the floor. They both laughed at the sight of her bra. The cold air of the tunnel kissed her skin; she felt her nipples harden from it. She turned her head away from the shame.

“Black lace,” the white soldier said, “Only sluts wear black lace.”

“I like it.” The black soldier groped both her breasts, letting them fill his palms as he admired them. “Feel these,” he said to his comrade, “They’re super soft.”

Their hands grasped and felt her for a moment or two. The feel of their hands made her skin crawl. She smacked them away and grunted at them. Yet, this only made them pin her to the chair. The sick feeling in her stomach worsened as hands traveled downwards. She thrashed at the white soldier’s hands on her belt buckle. Her body fought back as much as it could in her position. It almost electrified her.

“Come on, honey,” he said, “We just wanna peek. There isn’t any harm in peeking.”

“Little tease,” the black soldier hissed. Pulling back her head, she stared up into his black goggles, “I always hated girls like you.”

“Fuck you!” she growled at him.

“Pretty little rich girls who walk around in their short skirts,” he mocked as the other soldier unzipped her black trousers. “They think they could tease whoever they want without any consequences.”

“Maybe they weren’t teasing,” she said, “Maybe they just thought you were a creep!”

This earned her a hard tug and a smack. His partner peeled off her pants, tossing them aside. The white one then said in a disappointed sigh, “She mismatches.”

“So?”

“I like my girls to match,” he sighed.

“Does it matter? You’re taking them off anyways!”

“It doesn’t. I’m just saying. I expected more from a rich girl like her.”

Aubrey took her chance. Lifting her leg, she stomped her foot down on the soldier’s kneecap. When he howled, she intended to run. But, the black soldier quickly grabbed her and pulled her back in place. Rubbing his aching knee, the white soldier backhanded her face leaving behind a stinging pain on her cheek. He didn’t hesitate as he unbuckled himself. Her heart skipped beats. She struggled wildly against the arms holding her. She couldn't let them do it. She wouldn't. The white soldier muttered to himself before hooking her underwear. She cried out as the tearing fabric snapped off her skin and left marks on her thighs.

“No, no, no!” she yelled, kicking at his abdomen despite the numb feeling in her legs. Her body suddenly turned stiff as he lifted her legs into the air. “Please! Please stop!”

“I’ll stop when I fucking want to, bitch!”

He smacked her again, this time her head whipped to one side. Aubrey’s screams grew louder once she felt his hard tip against her entrance. Her ankles flailed in his hands, but she knew there was no point.
"Whats going on here?" In the doorway stood another solider. Aubrey breathed in relief.

"None of your business," the black one spat defensively.

"Hey, hey pal," he said, stepping inside arms raised, "Just wanted a piece of the action. Great minds think alike, right?"
"Yeah," the white one said, "No problem with an audience."
"The Knight's gonna have your asses," a fourth one showed up. "He said not to touch her."
"Don't be a pussy," the white solider said, looking back at Aubrey, "She'll like it."
Aubrey spotted the other soldiers already begin touching themselves. She glared at them. She closed her eyes and tried forgetting them. Although, this didn't stop the soldier from touching her.
“Well, would you look at this,” he chuckled, “I knew she waxed.” He pressed his fingers to her slit, tracing it slowly. “So soft and smooth.”

“And tight,” the black soldier added. “I bet you could fuck that pussy for hours and it’d still be tight as a drum.”
“Let’s put that theory to the test then.”
BANG!
The shot startled the soldiers, causing them to straighten themselves immediately. The white soldier remained stunned. It was as if he'd frozen in place. His hands shook against her knees and fear filled his eyes. This wasn’t the ordinary fear. Aubrey saw him shuddering and shaking in place. The bit of face she could see turned as white as his jacket. Suddenly, she was no longer there. He shut his eyes tightly and gulped, forcing himself to face the shooter. When she looked past him, she saw their commander in the doorway. He stood still, pointing his sidearm at his own man.

“What were my orders?” the commander asked. When they didn’t answer, he shot a bullet into the ceiling. The sound rang in Aubrey’s ears, and she suddenly feared the worst. “What were my orders, soldier?!”

“T-To n-n-not ro-roughen her up, s-sir…” the black soldier replied.

“And what are you doing right now?” She heard the threat in his modulated tone. His heavy footsteps reverberated off the walls, each one breaking the sudden silence. The white soldier kept up face by standing upright. She imagined that'd be difficult with a semi-erection.

“We were-were just having f-fun, sir.”

“‘Having fun’?” the idea sounded dumber when repeated back. “Do you think that’s what we’re here for? To have fun?!”

Aubrey gasped. Without hesitation, the commander lifted the man into the air by the throat. The whole group watched as he struggled for breath, his legs twitching a few inches from the ground. Their commander didn’t let go. Glowing blue lights observed as life slowly left him. She grasped the arms of her chair seeing the man’s legs slowly come to a halt, letting him dangle from the commander’s grip.

Dropping him to the floor, the commander addressed the rest of them. “Anyone else wanna ‘have fun’?” When they didn’t answer he continued, “We’re here to do a job! We’re here to kill the Batman! This isn’t a vacation or recreation time! If I even THINK one of you is putting their hands on her, I will personally put a bullet in your thick skull! Understood?”

“Sir, yes, sir!” the men shouted, immediately standing at attention.

“All of you go to the rooftop station! Now! Dismissed!”

They left the booth, rifles raised to their chests. He spotted them moving towards a tank, he said, “No! You run there! Sergeant!” A soldier nearby rushed right to him and saluted, “Make sure these three run to Lexcorp. Not walk. Not march. Run.”

“Will do, sir,” he nodded. Turning to them, he relayed the order harshly and the three men began running in a single file out of the tunnel.

The commander turned his attention over to Aubrey. Humiliation quickly fell over her and she sat upright, covering herself from him. She stared at the dead soldier. She thought about his rough hands around her ankles and the agony between her legs. A part of her wished the other three met the same fate instead of running to the other side of Founder’s Island. The sickly twist in her stomach returned and threatened to throw up. She never thought this could happen to her. Not in Arkham City did they touch her. She hugged her sides to stop the shuddering, but it didn’t help.

The commander unzipped the soldier’s jacket and pulled it off him with ease. This soldier must’ve weighed about 200 pounds of muscle, yet this commander lifted him with one hand. It reminded her of her brother.

“Here,” he offered her the white jacket, “He won’t be needing it anymore.”

She gingerly accepted the jacket and slipped it on. She picked her pants up from the floor and saw him still watching. “Do you mind?” she asked, hiding the crack in her voice.

When he turned, she spotted it. A knife stuck out from the soldier’s belt. The thought of sticking it into the commander’s back crossed her mind, but she thought against it. If she stabbed him, someone would come running. With the amount of soldiers outside the booth, she couldn’t risk the opportunity. Regardless, she carefully bent over to the corpse. Hand on the black handle, she eased it out of his belt and into the jacket’s inner pocket. There’s no way he could notice the missing weapon, especially with the body’s position. Quickly, she pulled on her pants and zipped up the jacket.

“Let’s go,” he said over his shoulder, “We don’t have all night.”

“I’m done,” she retorted.

“Good.”

He took her arm and led her outside. He didn’t suspect a thing.
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