AN: same warnings as before w/ attempted r*pe and murder

Thomas Elliot is a cruel man. He picks you up by your hair. "I'm trying to help you, baby. Don't make this harder than it needs to be." You grip the gun and shoot. The sound reverberates in your ears. It's way louder than in the movies. He yells out, dropping you. You freeze; not sure if you hit him, but you need to go! You need to go!

You grab your things and try to escape. He cradles his arm, cursing. "You're so stupid!" He yells after you as you rush out to Alfred's room. His armory is still open, and you grab a knife and another pistol-looking gun before running out. You can't afford to check on Lucy, and it breaks your heart as she nurses her wounds. Elliot loudly follows behind, cursing everything about you as you rush down the stairs into the garden.

Jacques sees you as he comes out of his apartment, raising his eyebrow. He holds his gun, probably hearing the shot upstairs. You flash him a look as he hears Elliot burling down the stairs. You slip on your shoes and run into the garden. Maybe it's stupid to try to see if your runaway plan would work, but you can't give it up. Not with him on your trail. You hear Jacques yell at him about barging into the kitchen unannounced and telling him to leave.

You round the maze just like you always do and push your legs to go faster. You slip, but keep going until you see the lookout. There's no other way. You tell yourself to look forward, stay forward, keep moving your legs as you go down the stairs, and start to go down the emergency ladder. "(Y/N)!" Your stomach flips as you hear him. Maybe you'll escape. You hope your Bruce can find you once this is over.

You try the door for the gym. Locked. You see, there are people in there and bang on the glass. "Please! Please help me!" You're afraid to yell, afraid he'll hear you.

A tall man comes to the door, confused. "How'd you get on this side?" He blinks a moment, remembering you. "Oh! You're (Y/N)! Bruce Wayne's girlfriend." You give him a polite but frightened smile. "I'm sorry, I really can't talk!" You try to get passed him. He looks familiar, but you can't remember from where and he steps in front of you. "Where are you going off in a hurry?" Tears prick your eyes.

"Please... I really need to go." You notice everyone else is busy working out, ignoring you. He laughs, seeing you stare at the others.

"Oh? You want help?"

Your stomach feels slick as it clicks. "If I didn't make a deal with Elliot, I'd want to pick your brain." You feel hopeless. How did they infiltrate his Tower?

However, you can't give in remembering SING from a self-defense class you and your friend took almost two years ago. He steps closer, revealing his gas canister. You wonder if he will wear his gas mask for a split second but don't see him hiding anything else. You punch him in the chest, ignoring the pain from your fingers. He grunts, squeezing his weapon. You have to push through. You hold your breath as you step on his foot. He lets go of the gas, cursing and doubling over. Quickly, running out of breath, you jam the palm of your hand into his nose. He cries out, and others in the gym start to notice finally.

But you see at the entrance, Elliot. No, no, no! You don't finish, Crane falling to the ground, wailing and calling for your harm. He deserves it.

You go out the same door you come and quickly climb the ladder. You're so angry that you're going back, but you don't know what else to do. Elliot is hot on your tail no matter where you go. You check your alarm once you're up and running back into the house. It glows a soft yellow, and you hold it down. You're afraid it'll break as you run to the study. You pull at all the books, hoping one would trigger a door. Maybe it's stupid, but you can't give it up. Elliot's heavy footsteps follow suit, and you freeze. You'll have to fight him again. You look at the remote and press it again, hoping before continuing your search until you hear him approaching the door.

You hide under the desk, holding the new gun. "Made such a big mess," he tsks, footsteps coming towards you. "Made a big scene in the gym downstairs too. What will the people think about you and the chaos you caused in my home?" Your heart is in your ears as he grabs the office chair.

"There you are."

You point the gun, and it clicks. He erupts in laughter. "Aw, forget to load your gun?" He asks, grabbing with his unharmed arm. You scream for help for anyone as he drags you up to Bruce's room.

"Stop wasting your breath." He says in a low voice, tossing you on the bed. "You really made me work for this." Tears come to your eyes, and you shake your head. "Look at what she did to me, Alfred." He points to his bleeding arm. "She scared everyone at the gym and attacked my friend, but alas. She tried to shoot me again, but you guys didn't teach her about gun safety." He mocks you as he goes to his bag, pulling out a rope.

You're not down and out yet and decide to make a run for it. He grabs your arm and slams you to the ground, dazing you. "You don't give up?" You wince as he drags you back. "You're just as pretty as you are on TV." You bite back tears, your head aching. With your other arm, you press your fingers into his wound. He cries out before smacking you hard.

"He's not coming to save you. Bruce Wayne is no more."

"No!" You say, trying to kick out of his grip. "Save your energy." He says as he finally ties you up.

"You're an evil man. Why are you doing this to me?" You ask angrily, your face so wet.

"Simple. I hate him." He chuckles, wrapping rope around your mouth to keep you from talking. He smiles at his handiwork as you look around. Alfred is barely conscious on the ground near the bed. His hand goes to your cheek. "You look so pretty like this." You look away from him, sobbing. What are you going to do to get out of this? He's tied your arms tight even with his arm wounded. "We're going to go on TV. Show everyone what kind of guest you are to me, Bruce Wayne." You shake your head as he grabs your phone.

"Hmm... What is your code? Probably something easy like your birthday." He enters it in, and it errors. "Oh? Something else?" He slams you brutally on the bed. You writhe against the pain, your wrists burning and aching. "What's your password?" You stay silent, looking up at your ceiling. His slap disorientates you, and you cry against the gag. "Now, tell me what it is?" You whimper out the numbers, afraid of what he'll do next. He smiles, and for a moment, if you weren't reminded of the excruciating pain, Elliot could pass for Bruce.

"Let's call Bruce. I'm so sure he wants to hear your lovely voice." You say no against the gag, but he ignores you as he calls Bruce. As expected, he doesn't answer. "Well, I guess we'll have to leave him a message of what he missed. No chances." He puts your phone on your end table and starts to pull up at your shirt. You kick at him, pushing yourself away and rolling yourself on the floor. It's a mistake as you knock the air from your chest but can't let him touch you. He slides off the bed, gripping your arms so tight as he returns you to the bed, pinning your shoulders.

There's a crash of glass in the main hall and parlor, knocking at the mansion's doors pounding unlike you have ever heard. Elliot turns away. His frown misshapes his mask, and he takes your gun, taking the safety off. "You've all made a mistake." He says through gritted teeth. Bruce's door bursts open, and there he is. He looks exhausted, but he grits his teeth.

"Let her go!" He demands. Elliot tries to keep his mask from falling. "Batman in the flesh? What a surprise!"

"We already know it's you, Elliot. Harvey says thanks for the surgery." Elliot starts shaking, a laugh erupting from his lips. "Harvey? Harvey?!" You hear the police break through the door and rush the stairs. "There is nowhere you can go. I don't want to fight you, Tommy." He says, keeping his voice even. You don't know if he sees you. If he saw you, you don't believe that he would keep his cool.

"You think you're perfect. Everything is handed to you on a silver platter, and you do this!" Bruce's eyes go to Alfred, and you see his breathing quicken and then to you on his bed. "Everything you've built, I can take away. So easily. Your game is up. Step closer and lose her." You feel the muzzle at your back, and your tears renew, itchy on your skin. You don't want it to end this way. You have so much more to give. So much more to your life.

"What do you want from me?" He asks, putting his hand up to stop the police from rushing.

Elliot laughs, shaking his head. "You don't get it. I want you gone. I want you dead."

Bruce's jaw clenches. "You were my friend." He says, trying to keep the upper hand.

"You stole my life!" Elliot yells back. "I was supposed to be the Golden Child of Gotham. Not you! You were supposed to be the sidekick. The one everyone forgets. Your father had to try to save the world and see how that-"

Bruce hears enough as you quietly sob. He ejects his grapple gun, knocking the gun loose from his grip. The police quickly rush in, subduing the also exhausted Elliot. You fall on the bed, breathing so hard. You can hardly breathe, so scared and nervous. Batman comes over and disarms the gun as emergency services enter the room. He unties your restraints, keeping his face stern.

"You're okay, you're okay." He soothes as you wrap your arms around him, shaking.