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Bruce Wayne held her unconscious body in his arms. "Thought you could fool me, didn't you?" he mocked even though he knew very well she could neither hear him nor respond. He pushed her hair out of her face and leaned down to say, "Don't worry, Y/N. We'll have a nice little chat when you wake up."
And so she knelt in the middle of a darkened room with her arms secured tightly above her head by a rope that was attached to a hook hanging from the ceiling, her mouth duct-taped shut and her eyes covered with a blindfold. Y/N slowly started to stir and let out a muffled groan. She awoke with the worst headache she'd ever experienced and felt disorientated. She wanted to touch the spot on her head that pained her the most and stiffened when she finally realized that someone had immobilized her.
Y/N panicked and tried to shake off her bonds and let out a despaired yelp upon realizing she wouldn't succeed. She got more distressed by every passing second and pulled desperately on the chain, but it wouldn't budge.
What she didn't know however was that her captor had watched her silently with an amused expression the moment she had come to. Bruce didn't know why but he liked how Y/N struggled and oh, did she struggle alright. It aroused him and he considered palming himself through his jeans silently. She wouldn't even know and that turned him on even more.
His smirk was soon replaced by a frown though, as soon as he'd realized that she had trouble breathing. Bruce didn't know his captive had anxiety attacks and was suffering through one right there on the spot.
She tried desperately to get some air into her lungs and to even out her breathing, but failed miserably. She started sobbing the moment horrible scenarios had filled her head.
What had Y/N worrying the most though was that she couldn't see. Nothing had her more on the edge and not being able to see and not knowing where she was or who had taken her was reason enough to trigger an anxiety attack. She felt her lungs contract and her tears slowly stinging her eyes.
Bruce was getting slightly worried when he noticed that her movements had slowed down. He advanced her at a brisk pace and immediately reached for her blindfold to get it off of her eyes. Her wide eyes met his at once and she frantically gasped for air again and her struggles to break free started anew.
"Hey!" he attempted, "Look at me. You're okay. Calm down." But Y/N couldn't calm down. In fact, she couldn't even believe her eyes when she realized who had taken her and how it had happened; she wanted nothing more than to get away from him. She led out stifled pleas, begging him to let her breathe. Even though Bruce wasn't able to understand her silenced mumbles, he took off the duct tape anyway and cupped her left cheek. "Y/N, I need you to calm down. I won't hurt you. Just breathe."
Still panting for air, she shut her eyes tightly and let out a quiet "C- can't. Pl- please." Bruce sighed and tilted her head so she would look at him. "Breathe with me. Come on now, deep breaths." Her breathing evened out eventually and her body relaxed. Bruce had comforted her despite not wanting to show his soft side as she was still there for a certain reason so he decided to snap out of it rather quickly.
"Alright," he started, "now that you figured out you've been taken by me, it's time to get this back on." When she recognized the blindfold in his hands she shuffled away from him, or at least tried to, given the firm hold of the chain. "No, please! Don't cover my eyes! Please, please don't. I- I can't. Please just-," she tried, but he shot her a firm look. "You don't get to have demands, love. Maybe I should seal your lips first." She protested, "God, no, please! What do you want with me? Please, just let me go."
He chuckled, shook his head and stood up to grab the roll of duct tape that he kept in one of the cabinets' drawers alongside the other wall. "Let you go?" he questioned. "You think I went through all this trouble of taking you from your precious boy toy just to let you go again only because you get a little panicky? Don't be silly, girl," he taunted while coming to kneel in front of her again, duct tape in his left hand. "It's anxiety. It's triggered by darkness," she whispered and hung her head low. A minute or so passed while neither of them spoke. Bruce eyed her skeptically and sighed as he finally brought a hand to her chin to lift up her head.
"Anxiety, hm?" He remembered how his mother would wake up in the middle of the night, screaming for his father in the darkness when he wasn't home.
"Fine. I won't blindfold you." She finally looked up at him and nodded her head. "Thank yo-," she offered, only for him to interrupt her. "I will however use the fabric to gag you. It's easier to get off again than ripping off the duct tape each time I want it removed," he explained. "But I won't say a word, I pro-" she tried again, but Bruce just wouldn't let her. "Shhh, quiet now," he placed a finger over her mouth. "Besides, I like my hostages gagged," he winked at her and reached behind her head to tie a knot after having placed the black fabric between her lips. Her eyes widened at his comment and its suggestive undertone.
"There we go," he smiled at her and her stomach made a flip. "I have an event to attend. I expect for you to behave while I'm gone. When I get back you will have my full attention. So," he leaned in, "don't go anywhere." He stood up, towering over her. She just blankly stared up at him while he let out a chuckle. Before leaving the room he tested her bonds and gave an approving nod.
Y/N couldn't comprehend what was happening to her. Why had Bruce Wayne out of all people abducted her? What did he want from her and why did he mention her boyfriend? Did Bruce have it all figured out? Did he know she was dating Clark Kent who just so happened to be Superman? That wasn't possible. She huffed through her nose and considered calling for Clark. He would surely hear her with his super hearing, right? But what if that was what Bruce had wanted from her? Having Clark come to the rescue only for him to walk straight into a trap? She couldn't risk it. So she simply knelt there, thinking about how much her entire body ached from the position she was in...
She woke up to the feeling of someone stroking her cheek. Having completely forgotten where she was, she leaned into the touch and let out a low hum of satisfaction while thinking of Clark. "Getting attached already, hm?" Her body tensed in an instant as her eyes shot open. Bruce who still had his palm against her face smirked at her. She tried to tell him off but only muffled sounds came through her tightly knotted gag.
"Sorry, love, I didn't quite catch that," he laughed while reaching up and pulling the cloth from her mouth. "Don't touch me," she rasped the moment it had left her dry lips. Bruce's smile widened but he didn't say anything. Instead, he reached for a bottle of water that Y/N hadn't noticed before. She felt ridiculously thirsty all of a sudden. He unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle against her lips and she eagerly swallowed the liquid. Bruce removed the bottle from her lips too soon to her liking and he noticed the disappointed look on her face.
"Don't worry. You'll get more," he assured her, "but first, you have some questions to answer." She eyed him suspiciously. "What do you want to know?" she asked snappishly. He raised an eyebrow at her. "How about we start with you telling me about that boyfriend of yours?" he suggested. "What about him?" she retorted, again rather cockily. "If I were you I'd watch my tone," Bruce growled. Y/N swallowed and had to look away from his burning gaze. "I can make this very, very uncomfortable for you, love," he pinned her with his eyes. "Actually yeah, I will do just that."
Panic overcame Y/N's body as Bruce stood up and unhooked the girl from the ceiling. He pulled her up to her feet and she led out a scream of protest as the feeling came back to her legs slowly. She'd been kneeling on the floor for who knows how long with her arms above her head and the sudden change of position hurt her entire body immensely.
"Ugh, please, I'm sorry! Oh god, aah, please," she sobbed as Bruce pushed her forward and she stumbled out of the room collapsing on the cold floor. Bruce didn't make a sound as he easily lifted her into his arms only to throw her onto a metal table. He cut her bonds and left her lying there for a moment while he retrieved what he needed to secure her to the table.
She caught her breath and looked around the new room she was in. Well, it wasn't really a room. To be exact she found herself in a cave. Her eyes went wide when they landed on a bat sign. She sat up and realized it was all over the place. "You- you work for Batman? But I- I. Why am I here?" so many questions popped into her head. He came back to the table and pushed her back down into a lying position.
"Because," he began and went to attaching her to the table with some handcuffs by putting one cuff tightly around her wrist and the other through a hole on the edge of the table. She fought back but he - being as strong as he was - easily also did this to her other wrist and her ankles. "I don't only work with Batman, love. I am Batman."
She gasped and Bruce who had already expected her to react this way used the opportunity to stuff a ball gag into her mouth. She struggled and shook her head violently but he managed to secure it with little effort anyway. Y/N's eyes filled with tears as she was immobilized yet again. "You know," her captor said with a sigh, " I really wanted to get this conversation over with, but your little attitude problem made me change my mind."
He circled the table while running a hand over her body in the process, teasing her thighs. "I think I wanna have some fun first," he smirked while cupping her breasts with his calloused hands. Shaking her head, she whimpered behind her gag and squeezed her eyes shut. "Don't worry love," he whispered in her ear. A cold chill ran down her body. "I will force you to enjoy it."