Mendacious ✔|Complete|

Chapter 5: Wrong move

Something clicked, clicked in my head. The pieces were finally connecting.

"Roman?" I questioned, raising my eyebrow.

I heard something that was almost impossible for the human ear to pick up. A heart beat, not mine, his.

"I wish I was, but I'm not the man you're thinking of." He lied, with a growl of anger. He turned his back, taking his leather gloved hand off mine.

"And if you are?" I questioned. I tested his patients seeing if I can earn some gain from this. I wanted to learn as much as I could, so I could buy some time to attempt my escape. But I wasn't sure how many of them were in the room.

Escaping was most unlikely, it was going to be either death or a simple yes, in my assumption. But both are equally horrifying. I would rather die than say yes. Maybe I could try to get on his good side in order to get out of here.

He was silent, but then an idea came into my thoughts. I could feel something sharp up my sleeve.

It was the Batarang Bruce gave me earlier. I was surprised it was stuck in the fabric of my black wool sweater. One sleeve was torn off on my right. Where my cuts were exposed. Even the one that had a bullet in it. I noticed the bandage around it, but it still bled, but slowly.

"Look, if you let me go...I might consider it." I lied, I was using my thumb and my pointer finger, desperately trying to pull it down my sleeve. I was going to cut the plastic restraints that were tied to my wrists and the arms of the chair. My wrists sat perfectly on the arms of the chair, while I tried not to cause attention. I had a plan and I might get sent to jail for it. I wasn't sure if it was exactly the two of us alone in the room. All I had to do was stall him for a bit in engaging conversation. I was going to allow him to talk.

He laughed at my suggestion, then replied "Letting you go would be worse, you take me for a fool, Miss Wayne. But I'm not going to allow you rat me out to the cops." I bit my lip as I started to cut my way out of the restraints.

"That's not what I am meaning." I answered not knowing what to say.

"Then what are you meaning by?" Black Mask growls in annoyance. Jeez this guy had a temper.

"I'm offering a proposition, I won't tell the cops anything. They don't do anything anyways, so what makes you think I am going to run-"

"Enough, you may take me for a fool. But being silver-tongued isn't going to convince me." He interrupted me.

"Then what do you want? Do you want me to kill Batman?" His shoulders stiffen a bit. I said that sarcastically. His back was turned where I could still see him.

He let out a boisterous laugh. He was amused by my sarcasm. His laugh made a fire burn in my chest. The creepy laugh was loud enough where he didn't hear me cut out of both bindings.

I slowly crept towards him, the Batarang in my palm. I lunged at him.

My stomach sank when he spun around and caught my wrist. I tried to knee him in the groin. I failed to do so when he kicked my knee and yanked the Batarang out of my hand. Leaving me sprawled awkwardly on the ground. My fists tightened and I jumped back onto my feet.

I felt tears form in my eyes, I was never going to get out of here.

Blackmask took a silver-coloured, Desert-Eagle handgun and pointed it directly at me. I could feel my heart in my throat. He looked at me then at the Batarang. He tossed it to the side where it ended up sliding across the concrete ground and to the crates.

"Wrong move, Tideus. It will cost you." My heart started to beat faster when he finished his sentence.

He glanced at the Batarang and laughed.

"How does a girl like you end up with this?" He questioned, which made me worry. He was on to me. He knew something was up. Maybe he thought of me as something of importance to Batman?

I kept quiet, I tried to think of a way I could escape.

"Fine, if you're not willing to answer. I will just get Batman's attention." He said in a deep gravelly voice, it was rough, like if someone edited their voice on a computer. It didn't sound human, it sounded demonic. Or maybe that's what his helmet does.

He snapped his fingers and two well-built, bodyguards came out. They were dressed in black cargo pants, a black sweatshirt, and tacky skull ski-masks.

"I'm sure he'll come for you, if you really mean something to him. I'm going to make sure everyone sees this." His laughter was sick. One of pure evil, not a cringe laugh. I started to back up.

I didn't have time to react, they grasped onto each side of my arms, with an iron grip. They successfully dragged me over to a small foldable table that had a bunch of tools on it.

One grabbed the hand that I used to try to kill Blackmask with. Blackmask picked up the hammer that had a bit of blood on it.

"Close your eyes, this is going to hurt." He warned me. What was he going to do with that?! Lets just hope I faint first. But that is most unlikely, I can take it. I can take it!

I embraced for the impact. Then I let out a blood curdling scream.