Telltale batjokes :)

Tv static

Days past once again, John still twisting his mind trying to solve this bizarre mystery.

"Could he actually solve it" a familiar person thought, but who? Bruce sat at a room with a dim light, the room was almost empty, just filled with some papers with numbers on them scattered everywhere and a blue umbrella sitting in the a corner of the room almost staring at Bruce , the room strangely smelt like gasoline and gunpowder, Bruce sat on a rusty old chair he was tied up in, his head spinning and his vision blurry. Why? He knew what had been going on, he knew he had been taken. But why? He had been there for a while, or at least that's what he thought. He had no conception of time. He hadn't been fed anything for days. The man had no energy to fight anymore. he looked sick. He was sick. But it didn't matter, he needed to get out of there, the thought and thought until a strange figure interrupted his train of thought

"Hey there Brucie enjoying your time here~" he figure said as bruce looked upon it. Bruce tried to speak, but all he could get out is
"why?"

"Well why not?" The figure said. A couple minutes of silence past until Bruce finally found the strength to talk back,

"I will escape" he coughed angrily

"You won't unless your little boyfriend comes and gets you! And even then, I'll kill you right in front of his eyes, to make him suffer~" the voice said in a calm manner

"I'm find a way"  he coughed once more as the stated at the figure with vexation,

"Let's give your little boyfriend another clue, shall we?~" the figure said

"You're sick" Bruce said with an angry tone in his voice

There was frustration in his face and head, frustration everywhere, but also wonder, "clue?" Bruce thought, he tired to put the pieces together until he noticed a camera being set by some guys with animal masks and olive green overalls with many pockets, some with holes in them some with sowed on patches, the same olive green as the overalls, he thought he maybe could call for help, but he knew the people keeping him there weren't so dumb to just let him call for help so easily. He stared at the camera and then at the men. His eyes looking for some kind of tool or anything useful he could maybe use, but it was no use, there was nothing. While he scanned he camera, he noticed a paper sitting in front of him, with a big number, number 7.
A little red light on the camera blinked.

John sat on the couch of his apartment, scrolling through the channels, trying to find something entertaining to watch. He stumbled across channels 41 but nothing interesting. Then he hit the button on the remote control which took him the the next channel, channel 42, the two numbers he had as clues to find his beloved. When he saw the tv, his eyes widened and his eyes started to water, it was Bruce! The mad was tied up to a chair and it looked like he pleaded for help but no sound came out of his mouth, he couldn't do anything but stare at the screen, at Bruce's face, he haven't seen him in so long he just couldn't look away.

A few minutes passed until he noticed a number on a piece of paper on the floor, number 7, his eyes widened once more as he rushed for a paper and pen, he wrote number 7 on it and stuck it to the bulletin boards were numbers 4 and 2 stood. "427" John thought. The loud noise of tv static interrupted his thoughts as he quickly looked at the tv. Static, Tv static, Bruce was gone once again gone for John. But this event gave him hope once again, the hope that Bruce was still alive. But he was gone, to him, he thought he might never see with again, but he had to at least try. He had repeated that phrase. He thought when he had first said that "at least try, try, try" he repeated, he thought of the time he first thought that, when he had that strange dream. Maybe that could give him some more clues. But alas, if was getting late, he had to get some sleep, he haven't slept in days, if he had to solve this, he had to be well rested, the man thought as he walked over to his bed, it wasn't really a bed, just a mattress on the floor, he plopped down on the mattress and store at the roof. He grabbed a long pillow and hugged it, he tried to imagine it was Bruce, he hugged it tightly until his eyelids felt heavy and he drifted to sleep