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loligiary2013-08-11 03:42 pm
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The Mirrorverse: The Fear Family
It had been strange, getting used to his new life. If being Fright Knight hadn't already done a number on his time and sleep schedule, then having Karen and Angie in his life was even more of a testament to how well Jonathan Crane could juggle his responsibilities.
He had never thought the day would come when he had any respect for his family, let alone sought them out, made a connection. It had taken time, but they had warmed up to him, as he had in return.
Charlie was still out and about, but Jonathan knew if that bastard tried to hunt down his wife and daughter, he'd have Fright Knight to get through first. And next the next time he crossed paths with his step-father, Jonathan wasn't certain he'd let him live.
It had been enough to have the hideout. Karen and Angie made the perfect front: a supposedly normal family moving into a supposedly normal house. And coming to see them made it easier to pop into the hidden lair in the basement, check in with Belle. That by itself made his other duties easier to handle.
Such as getting his students' papers graded. Saving the world was grand, but so was educating today's youth, as well as having a stable job. And final tests wouldn't grade themselves.
He was calmly working at the university, after hours as he often did as it was the most peaceful---and because he knew he was always on call, and the university was a good point in the city for him to easily get to other parts quickly if needed.
The day had been peaceful for Gotham. That he hadn't been called, and that the radio he was playing softly int he background hadn't had anything worse than dense traffic and one convenience store robbery downtown spoke enough of it. Jonathan focused more on his papers, alert enough if the news changed, or if someone came to his office.
Like now.
"Afternoon, professor," said a gruff voice.
Jonathan didn't look up, simply crossed off an incorrect answer to add to his tally. He watched him out of the corner of his eye, already feeling that trouble had started, mostly because the man had a ski mask on.
"It's after hours," he said, pretending to not have noticed, "and as you can see, I'm busy."
"I'm sure it can wait."
The man moved to grab him. The glass cup of pens on his desk was hurled at his face. Jonathan knew he wasn't alone, as two partners were already coming in to help. The first man had a hand over his nose, and Jonathan was already grabbing for one of the raven bookends he had only recently got back. The other men were quicker, one grabbing his wrist before he could throw it, the other getting behind him.
Jonathan knew well enough what the other man had, held his breath to avoid breathing in the most common knock-out drug in the movies. It would give him a moment to fight back, to kick at one of his attackers and try to move the rag from his face. He was already starting to feel faint, reached for the desk, trying to get to the canister of what most people presumed was breath spray.
He could feel one of the men reaching into his pocket to get his phone, toss it aside. Jonathan tried to fight back, but whatever these men wanted, they had been prepared to get it. And he had a feeling it had something to do with Fright Knight. He couldn't conceive any other reason. Not that it mattered as the world faded to black.
The cameras would show he had been taken.
And elsewhere in Gotham, a few others would be missing as well.
He had never thought the day would come when he had any respect for his family, let alone sought them out, made a connection. It had taken time, but they had warmed up to him, as he had in return.
Charlie was still out and about, but Jonathan knew if that bastard tried to hunt down his wife and daughter, he'd have Fright Knight to get through first. And next the next time he crossed paths with his step-father, Jonathan wasn't certain he'd let him live.
It had been enough to have the hideout. Karen and Angie made the perfect front: a supposedly normal family moving into a supposedly normal house. And coming to see them made it easier to pop into the hidden lair in the basement, check in with Belle. That by itself made his other duties easier to handle.
Such as getting his students' papers graded. Saving the world was grand, but so was educating today's youth, as well as having a stable job. And final tests wouldn't grade themselves.
He was calmly working at the university, after hours as he often did as it was the most peaceful---and because he knew he was always on call, and the university was a good point in the city for him to easily get to other parts quickly if needed.
The day had been peaceful for Gotham. That he hadn't been called, and that the radio he was playing softly int he background hadn't had anything worse than dense traffic and one convenience store robbery downtown spoke enough of it. Jonathan focused more on his papers, alert enough if the news changed, or if someone came to his office.
Like now.
"Afternoon, professor," said a gruff voice.
Jonathan didn't look up, simply crossed off an incorrect answer to add to his tally. He watched him out of the corner of his eye, already feeling that trouble had started, mostly because the man had a ski mask on.
"It's after hours," he said, pretending to not have noticed, "and as you can see, I'm busy."
"I'm sure it can wait."
The man moved to grab him. The glass cup of pens on his desk was hurled at his face. Jonathan knew he wasn't alone, as two partners were already coming in to help. The first man had a hand over his nose, and Jonathan was already grabbing for one of the raven bookends he had only recently got back. The other men were quicker, one grabbing his wrist before he could throw it, the other getting behind him.
Jonathan knew well enough what the other man had, held his breath to avoid breathing in the most common knock-out drug in the movies. It would give him a moment to fight back, to kick at one of his attackers and try to move the rag from his face. He was already starting to feel faint, reached for the desk, trying to get to the canister of what most people presumed was breath spray.
He could feel one of the men reaching into his pocket to get his phone, toss it aside. Jonathan tried to fight back, but whatever these men wanted, they had been prepared to get it. And he had a feeling it had something to do with Fright Knight. He couldn't conceive any other reason. Not that it mattered as the world faded to black.
The cameras would show he had been taken.
And elsewhere in Gotham, a few others would be missing as well.
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Harley took a seat on her bed, racking her mind.
"...We'll find him," she said, trying to be assuring. "And he can take care of 'imself until we do."
She hoped.