SOLD TO THE WAYNE FAMILY
01: You're Not One Direction... word count 2.4k
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.áâŽâË summary: Your mom sells you to the Waynes. yes. she sells you. Like this is wattpad in 2011. Now you have to make your way through this unfamiliar home with even more unfamiliar people.
TLDR: this is the introduction chapter. Things get crazier later. If there are characters you want introduced...let me know and I'll eventually get them in here (Â ÂŹá´ÂŹ)
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After school you took a nap. It wasnât supposed to be very long, just a little lie down before you woke back up to do your homework then back to sleep for the next day.Â
Being tied up with tape over your mouth was NOT what you expected to wake up to. You canât do your homework like this! Wait, first things first, why are you tied up?
You take a look at your surroundings. Itâs clouded in darkness, the blurriness of your vision not helping you to discern objects from one another. The surface you're sitting on feels familiar. You shimmy your hand down to touch the cloth. Itâs a couch! Wait. This is your couch.Â
Youâre in your living room.
Okay, new information added. Youâre tied up, in your own home. That means you werenât kidnapped, so what in the hell are the ropes for?
Before you can ponder your current situation any longer, you hear shuffling outside the door.
âYeah, theyâre right in here! They should still be asleep, I got them all ready before you came.â That voice. Itâs so familiar, but the wall muffles the sound too much to make out who it is distinctly.Â
You hear a vague response, no real words could be heard but thereâs definitely another person talking with this familiar voice.Â
Silence returns to the room again before itâs broken with the small click of a door unlocking. You close your eyes and turn away before peeking them open to seeâŚ
Oh thank GOD sheâs here now, your sweet darling mother would help untie you and make sure whoever did this was brought to justice. You squirmed in your bindings and did your best to scream against the tape put on your mouth.Â
Your mother flicks the lights on, her eyes widening and pupils shrinking to a third of their original size. Sheâs scared to, doesnât mean that she still canât save you!
âShit, shit, shit!â She mutters, biting her lip. She dashes towards the side table, pulling out a bottle ofâŚchloroform?Â
You scream against the tape again, your urge to escape stronger than ever. When she pulls the tape off you gain the teensiest tiniest bit of hope. That hope is immediately smothered (literally) as she pushes a cloth absolutely doused with chloroform against your mouth. Your eyelids begin to droop and your head lulls back, forcing you back into a âpeacefulâ slumber.
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The second time you awake is even worse.
Your body shoots up, gasping for air. Your restraints are gone along with the tape so thatâs a big plus. You look around to try to take in your new surroundings.
The first thing you notice is that youâre moving. You add that to your mental notes about your new location, âIm in a car :(â
You look straight ahead and youâre greeted with white leather seats, exactly the same as the ones youâre currently sitting on. Above is a glass sun roof that gives visual access to the dreary gotham sky. How lovely, you get to look at the smog while on your way to an unknown location in one of the most dangerous cities in the world. Lucky you. This vehicle is strangely long...what car would look like this?
Who the hell kidnaps someone in a limo?
The quiet noise of typing quickly answers your question. Guess your rapid thoughts of panic and fear must have muted it out but there is very obviously another person in this limo.Â
Itâs a pale skinned man (of course it is, who else but a man would be cocky enough to kidnap someone in a limo?), similar to your age, so still in high school. The gaze of his hooded eyes are focused entirely on his laptop. He seems to not notice that youâre even awake. Heâs wearing a formal long sleeve top with the most skinny red stripes, almost completely unnoticeable unless you looked closely. A black tie is messily thrown around his neck which he toys with between fits of loud, aggressive typing.Â
You stare at him, at his extremely dark under eyes mostly. They are DEEP, which is strange for a high schooler to have. Maybe he was in a lot of AP classes? Dual enrollment? Something has got to be stressing him out to have dark circles like that. Youâre too deep in thought to notice that his eyes move from his laptop to be looking back at you.
Shit! Heâs spotted you.
âYouâre awake.â His voice is monotone, calm, slightly crunchy and under his breath like he hadnât spoken in a while.Â
The silence that follows is deafening. You shift slightly in your seat, moving away from him like a frightened animal. You continue your staring match, his stark blue, corpse-like eyes picking at your soul through your iris. He suddenly looks away, bringing his focus back to whatever was on his laptop.
Wow. How awkward was that? Your kidnapper couldnât even give you an explanation? Are we being fucking serious?Â
Your fingers dig into your palms, making harsh indents against the soft flesh. Your rage is starting to fester. What in the fresh hell is going on?
You still donât understand why your mom was there. This all feels like a really bad fever dream. Youâre praying that it is. Maybe that minibar will start morphing into a swirl of color and then you can just wake up and go to school, pass out there, and end up staying in the nurseâs office the rest of the day.Â
âWhereâŚâ You swallow before continuing, immediately regretting allowing the words to fall out of your mouth, âWhere are you taking me?â
The dark eyes peak up from the laptop, his focus broken for a singular moment, âThe manor.â
For a moment you really didnât believe that your kidnapper would be rich, especially not manor rich. Yeah, he looked the part and so did the limo, but what would a rich teen be doing buying a broke person like you?
Thatâs a good question. What were you bought for?
You really hope itâs not anything disgusting. Rich people in general tend to be the scum of the earth, the rich in Gotham? Practically demons prowling around looking for souls to suck. Youâd probably be happier if the boy sprouted horns from his head and engulfed you along with the car in flames than with whatever he has planned for you. Alas, youâre still here with the true evil of the earth in a place worse than hell.
You shift slightly, moving towards the mini bar cooler thing next to you. You grab a can and force the tab down to open it. You donât particularly care what the soda youâre drinking is. Or if itâs even soda, you should be allowed to drink alcohol if youâre actively being kidnapped.Â
If it was alcohol the boy didnât seem to notice, still transfixed by his work. Add negligence to his growing list of criminal charges.Â
You take a sip, it burns a little bit but itâs a good burn. This is most definitely alcohol. âHey, uh, Mr. Kidnapper, why did you untie me? Doesnât seem like a good idea to let your captive move around.â
âYou werenât meant to be tied up. I donât know why your mom did that. Youâre not a captive. Bruce is your legal guardian now. Also I would suggest putting downâŚJesus, are you drinking a Four Loko?â His dead expression of focus broke for a moment, being replaced by one of shock.
You swallow the liquid in your mouth, looking around awkwardly. You flip the can towards you to see a very obvious Four Loko label. Shit. âMaybe?âÂ
The boy looks down at the drink then back up at you. Heâs staring into your soul again. Think! How do you get him to stop looking at you?
You very quickly squeeze the can within an inch of its life, throw it to the ground and stomp on it. That didnât stop the staring. UhhhâŚ.
He snorts slightly, bringing at hand up to his mouth to stop anymore laughter. You looked at him with big eyes, âNo more alcohol?â
He laughs a little again before going back to his computer for the umpteenth time. Thereâs really no distracting him, is there? Can you throw something at him? No, that would get you murdered. Youâre not the best in a kidnapping situation are you?
A rough turn sends you against the wall of the car, forcing you to look out the window. What you see is shocking to say the least.
A gate towers over you, itâs made of polished metal creating a delicate detailed image of swirls and lattice. The top of the gate sports a golden W written in calligraphy. It opens like smooth butter. The actual property that it opens to is gorgeous. Itâs expansive, surrounded by dense forest. In front of the manor is a fountain. Solid marble. The manor itself is so gothic yet elegant. screaming old money but keeping the spirit of Gotham that the socialites of the city abandoned so often.Â
Wait. You canât get distracted by nice architecture, you should start charting out escape routes NOW before it's too late.
Your eyes quickly scan over everything before settling on a maze. Why the hell do these people have a maze in their front yard? Did they know you were going to think about escaping and getting a maze? Or did they seriously already have that for fun rich people reasons? âOh Lewellen, come look at my new maze, what gay fun we shall have!â Stupid rich people and stupid posh accentsâŚ
The limo comes to a stop, the boy finally closes his laptop. You were slightly shocked he didnât just keep it open and continue to work while taking you inside.Â
An older man, balding, small mustache, deep wrinkles, opens the door for you. The other boy steps out and you follow.Â
Your feet settle on smooth concrete, or you hope they settle. Standing up after being chloroformed is NOT fun. You rub your eyes and stretch. While stretching you just so happen to be scanning the perimeters. The property looks caged in, the parts that arenât just lead to deep dark forest. Along the walls there are so many cameras. Theyâre visible but with the number of visible cameras whose to stay there aren't even more you canât see?Â
âAre you coming?â The boy turns back to you. He looks less threatening now that heâs standing up. Heâs reallyâŚlanky? Heâs a highschooler so you canât exactly blame him for being in an awkward stage, youâre stuck there with him, but itâs a little funny for your kidnapper to look like a string bean.Â
You jog slightly to catch up, his strides far outway yours and matching pace with him, especially when coming off of drugs, is horrible. âDid I have stuff? I should really go back to the car to grab it, yâknow?â
âAlfred is handling it. You look skittery.â Well you were recently drugged, had a few sips of Four Loko, and are currently being kidnapped. Being skittery is par for the course.Â
âItâs nothing, I'm all good.âÂ
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The tour you received was EXHAUSTING to say the least.
Every time you thought it would be over there was another wing or another floor or another room that led into 552 other rooms. How do rich people live like this? Youâre gonna have to get a map or some shit to ever so slightly understand this house.
The positives about the tour include:
The tour ended in your new bedroom. Tim (the lanky boy with the creepy sunken eyes finally told you his name) said it was just a base and that you could move into other ones or get them to renovate it when you decide how to decorate. Yeah, like thatâll happen. Sweeting the pot for the captive so they stay. Stockholm syndrome, you think thatâs what itâs called. Maybe. Probably. Not like it matters much. Also you donât need a custom room! Youâre blowing this popsicle stand the second the opportunity arises.Â
This âbase roomâ just so happens to have a desk and that desk has a nice little notebook on it. You grab it along with a pencil and take it over to the bed. You sit the notebook in your lap and start to write.
Information about captorsâŚ
Said he was 17. Not sure if I believe him. He kind of looks like it? If anything he looks younger
Really big eyes. Theyâre frighteningÂ
Beside that bullet point you draw a little picture of Timâs big beady blue eyes before continuing with writing your information.
Wouldnât stop looking at his phone or watch
Tim didnât give me a last name :(Â
Refers to me by last name only
I canât get him to stop.
More information coming soon.
Tim also mentioned Bruce (assuming this is the father), Dick, Jason, Damian, Duke, Cassandra, Stephanie, and a few more I canât remember. Must have not been that important if I forgot them so easily. No other information on them.
You finish the final sentence and throw the notebook and pencil back to the desk. The pencil misses completely but the notebook makes it back just slightly. Not like it matters, they could probably replace everything in this room 5 times over with the best supplies imaginable and it would barely be a scratch to their immense fortune.Â
Your body feels like itâs weighing you down to the bed. It is really nice. The sheets are silk, so are the pillow cases. There's immensely warm blankets that can protect against the harsh Gotham cold. It smells like pure comfort. The smell along with the warmth are hypnotizing you to just sleep. Youâre not really hungry, even if you were sure you donât want to go down and have dinner with your captors. Sleep is the best option. Your body and mind are extremely satisfied with your choice, allowing you to rest easy despite the underlying fear still coursing through your veins. Youâll deal with that another day.Â
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hope you guys liked this! it's a teensy bit lame because its just the intro chapter but uh yeah I liked writing hopefully you liked reading it! comments are always appreciated âĄ
