Revelations: Snatch & Grab Pt.2, Ivy/Benedict - Sunday 18th March

(Continued from: Snatch & Grab (Wayne Manor Party side))


Ivy had anticipated the grabby hands, after all…Gerald was a man and men were animals, so his pawing at her and making crude comments about what he’d like to do to her and where he’d like to do them, was expected. Pam, on the other hand, was highly offended and just wished her beau would show up to pull this disgusting pig off of her. But, as she frantically began to search around for signs of any massive bodies coming to rescue her before Gerald began to work particular parts of her out of the fabric covering her…she saw no such shape. But, what she did see were two rather gruff looking men coming from the shadows and neither looked like the sort that belonged at an upscale event such as this one. She wanted to scream, to alert Gerald of their approach, but he felt it the proper time to press his lips to hers and all she could do was try and push him back as her eyes widened.

Pam knew this had gone way too far and she was in over her head, wondering why Ivy hadn’t pushed her out of the way to take control of the situation? She showed up whenever Pam least expected her to as it was, so it was kind of ironic that when she needed her most…she was conveniently absent. As the men approached, Ivy watched as one of them gave her a nod and she felt that mighty strange, considering he was no doubt here to do harm. Once they were upon the lip locked pair, whatever the one who’d nodded to her was holding in his hand was pressed into Gerald and he began to shake violently. She watched as he shook and convulsed, before finally collapsing in a heap at her feet. She looked down in abject horror and as she raised her face to the two men to scream, she felt a surge of electric currents hit her and she too began to convulse, until things began to spin…and she collapsed.

She felt groggy and the constant bumping around wasn’t really making her feel any better, but as she strained her eyes a bit she realized she was in the back of a beat up old van. It appeared to be a van that had once been used as a service vehicle, because there was a security cage built in that she’d seen in a cable TV van once and coincidentally, was serving as a makeshift prison for her and Gerald at the moment. She could hear muffled voices coming from the front, but in her current state she couldn’t make out what they were saying. This was it, Gerald was going to be tortured and she was going to be raped…and Ivy STILL hadn’t assumed control of their brain. Poor Benedict, he’d never know what happened to her and would probably spend countless hours in misery and heartache, until they discovered her naked and lifeless body floating in the Gotham East River.

Well, it would serve him right…since he was the one who got her into this mess by having her pretend to be attracted to Gerald in order to get him outside. But, who was she fooling…the previous night was magical and Benedict had been so wonderful, she could never hate him. He wined her, he’d dined her…and he’d spent the night with her, waking beside her and not running off like some guys who got lucky felt the need to do. Pam was saddened that she’d never again be with her beloved Benedict and would instead be some sort of twisted playtoy for a couple of filthy men instead. Suddenly, the van came to a halt and Ivy went rolling into Gerald’s still unconscious body. The back doors opened up and she felt herself being dragged out by her ankles, before blinking at the face of one of her abductors. She was passed off to the other one, the elder of the two (or at least the one who seemed older) and was being held up, on account her legs still felt like rubber.

Here eyes scanned the area and it appeared to be the Narrows, not too far from her shop or her own home, but not quite as nice. The Narrows were the slums of Gotham, where the poor and the just below middleclass resided. But, event he slums had their good parts and their bad ones and this…was definitely the bad part. She wanted to scream, but felt a hand go over her mouth as she was haphazardly carted into the house they’d parked behind, while the younger hoodlum dragged in Gerald’s unconscious body in front of them. Gerald was taken to a room off to the side and the door was closed, leaving Pam and the other captor in the living room all alone. She mumbled something and the hand was lowered, allowing her to say it again. “You know, when my boyfriend finds you…he’s going to pound your face into the pavement for abducting me.” The captor didn’t seem phased and simply laid her down upon the couch, before taking up a spot against the wall across from her. “Yep, when he finds you…then you’ll be sorry.” It was wishful thinking, but what else did she have at the moment?

“Yep, when he finds you…then you’ll be sorry.”

Trogg wondered if the woman knew how true her words would have been had he been anyone other than who he was. To trifle with someone belonging to Bane was to invite savage retribution. People looked at Benedict Dante, the civilized man in the suit and tie. They saw his sheer size and thought 'I wouldn't want to mess with that guy,' but they had no actual grasp, not even a glimmer, of what he was capable of.

The burly ex-Legionnaire remembered a pair of Haitian twins who had thought they could wrest control of Pena Duro from its young lord. They had gone after Bird, brutalizing the small thief nearly to death. Leaving him in the care of Zombie, Trogg had followed his boss to the yard. He'd seen the luckier of the pair die quickly, head twisted completely around by Bane's bare hands. Then he'd watched with the other hard men there, prisoners and guards alike, stunned into silent immobility as Bane broke first the man's body, then his pride, and finally his mind.

The American Marines had a saying, Trogg recalled. 'No greater friend, no worse enemy. Right now he was very glad this had been done not just with the boss's blessing, but at his behest.

Ivy was still glaring at him and Trogg rolled his wrist to check his watch. By now, Bird would've handed Fontaine off to Zombie and made the call to Bane, using the French/Russian creole that was the four men's private code. That would be their boss' cue to extricate himself from Wayne's party. From there he'd have to collect his car, lose any surveillance, switch to a less conspicuous vehicle, and get down here to the Narrows. A little time yet.

"I regret, mademoiselle," he said to her, "any distress my friend or I may have caused you. You are in no danger. We were instructed only to take you and bring you here."

This post has been edited by Bane on Aug 5 2009, 05:41 AM

Oh were these guys gonna get it when Benedict found her, she could almost imagine him smashing their faces with his large fists and snapping them in half like twigs. Pam really wasn’t a violent person, that was what Ivy was for…but, she did smile a bit at the thought of her beau hurting these men in an effort to rescue her. Like a knight, riding in on his trusty steed to vanquish the villains and carry her off to his castle to live happily ever after…it was enough to make Pam sigh happily at the thought. But, then the thought occurred to her…what if he never showed? What if he never found out what happened to her and spent the rest of his life wondering what happened to her, crazy over the lack of knowing…like the guy in the Vanishing?

God, the thought of her poor Benedict going crazy over the “not knowing” was almost too much for Pam and she could feel the onset of tears forming within her eyes. "I regret, mademoiselle, any distress my friend or I may have caused you.” The man’s voice sort of broke her train of thought and she glanced up at him, almost shocked to hear the words coming out of his mouth. ”You are in no danger.” Pam had watched enough shows to know that the bad guys never left witnesses alive that could be traced back to them, regardless if they said they weren’t going to kill them or not. ”We were instructed only to take you and bring you here."

Pam gave a rather shocked look, painted lips parted in an expression of disbelief. “Look, whatever problems you guys have with Mr. Fontaine really don’t include me…he just followed me out on to that balcony cause he probably thought he might get lucky, that’s all. I mean, my boyfriend has a problem with him too.” She wasn’t about to let on that it was Benedict who had asked her to flirt with Gerald and then lure him out on to that balcony so he could muscle him into talking. Benedict being a part of this completely evaded her thoughts and she just figured that this was just dumb luck that two parties shared an interest in this middle aged, out of shape moneybags and she just happened to get caught in the middle of it. As she sat there, nervously looking between her captor and the floor, she glanced at her handbag and got a wild idea. “Ummmm…I hate to be a bother, but I sort of have to pee. Is there a little girls room that I might, you know…do my business?”

“Look, whatever problems you guys have with Mr. Fontaine really don’t include me…he just followed me out on to that balcony cause he probably thought he might get lucky, that’s all. I mean, my boyfriend has a problem with him too.”

Trogg had begun to suspect that there was a fundamental misunderstanding going on and Pam's words clinched it for him. He'd been thinking she took them for underlings who'd overstepped their authority, but now he saw she assumed they were just some thugs off the street. She doesn't realize we work her boyfriend, he thought.

“Ummmm…I hate to be a bother, but I sort of have to pee. Is there a little girls room that I might, you know…do my business?”

Trogg smiled a little behind his mask. If he'd had any doubt before that she didn't know they worked for Bane -- Mr. Dante he corrected himself -- it was gone now. Reaching up, he pulled off his mask, absently smoothing his hair back into so sort of order. "Mlle," he said, scooting her purse behind him as he spoke, "or I should say Dr. Isley. Far be it for me to stand between a lady and her ... business. But before you go, please allow me to set your mind at rest. We're in your boyfriend's employ. His problem with Fontaine and ours are one and the same."

If she could just get to a bathroom with her purse, she could use her cell phone to call for help or even climb out of the window to make her escape. There was no telling what they were doing to Gerald, but Pam was convinced that it was his fault that they were in this mess to begin with and whatever happened to him, was fitting for getting her kidnapped alongside him. She tried to look cute, tried to look adorable in the hopes that this thug would have some shred of decency and either let her go to the bathroom or go out the front door unharmed. Ivy was the seductress, though and she was the one that could charm her way out of a paper bag…but, Pam was hoping that a little of that rubbed off on her as well. Sleeping with the guy to get out of this wasn’t an option, so she just had to rely on cuteness to get her by.

She watched in abject horror as her captor removed his mask and then smoothed back hi hair. Great…every time the bad guys showed their faces to their captives, the less likely the captives were to be released. She watched in equal horror as he scooted her purse behind him and her plan to call for help in the bathroom sort of went right out the window…wait, she could still go out the window if he let her go in there. With her luck, this guy had some pee fetish and would insist on watching or something. "Mlle…or I should say Dr. Isley.” Crap on a stick, he knew her name. Wait…did that mean that she was the target all along? Damn, double crap on a stick. ”Far be it for me to stand between a lady and her ... business. But before you go, please allow me to set your mind at rest.” She cocked a curious brow. ”We're in your boyfriend's employ. His problem with Fontaine and ours are one and the same."

Wait…these guys worked for Benedict? “Seriously?” Great, now Ivy perked up and Pam could feel her rooting around inside her head. “I don’t understand, why wouldn’t he tell me that you would be abducting me? I mean…all he told me to do was get that Fontaine guy out on to the balcony. I thought he was going to strong arm him and puff out that incredibly large and sexy chest of his in order to intimidate him into talking.” She’d seen the way people looked at Benedict when they were out together, his massive frame intimidated people, including her…to a point. Suddenly, two and two seemed to add up and Ivy realized at that moment that her initial suspicions concerning Benedict Dante were true; in a way…there WAS something shady about him. “So this whole thing was orchestrated by Benedict, to make it look like we were kidnapped? Was it also his idea to have me tased too? Because I so would’ve appreciated that part being left out…maybe if I was included in this little charade.”

“So this whole thing was orchestrated by Benedict, to make it look like we were kidnapped? Was it also his idea to have me tased too? Because I so would’ve appreciated that part being left out…maybe if I was included in this little charade.”

Trogg rubbed a hand over his face, uncomfortable with the situation he found himself in. He was torn between loyalty, duty, and a romantic soul that had greyed and thinned like his hair, but never quite left him. That he also found her even more mercurial than most women wasn't helping matters. He wasn't sure Bane was capable of love, but his boss genuinely cared for her and he didn't want to mess that up with a careless word or speaking out of turn. On the other hand, not speaking at all could be worse.

"Mlle," he said finally, choosing his words with care. "Mr. Wayne had many cameras to watch his property. It is my thought that Mr. Dante meant for you to look ... not a willing party, oui?" He shifted a little. "Many years I have known him and been in his service. He is a hard man and demands much, but only what is needful. He does not take simply because he can, n'est ce pas?"

Pam couldn’t believe that her sweet and caring boyfriend had orchestrated her abduction or that the use of a taser was permitted. But then, he had asked her to flirt with and lure Gerald Fontaine out on to the patio balcony, so it wasn’t too off the wall that he’d actually stage the two of them being kidnapped. Ivy continually kept chuckling to herself and repeatedly told Pam that life wasn’t a Fairy Tale and that Prince’s on white stallions didn’t sweep girls off of their feet, only to live happily ever after. Even Benedict had his flaws, EVERY man did and no male could be as sweet and loving as Benedict had made himself out to be. She almost couldn’t believe he was the same man she’d slept with last night or made breakfast for this very morning. He’d been so…wonderful, that it almost seemed like Ashton Kutcher would pop out any second and tell her that she just got Punk’d.

"Mlle…” when he spoke, Pam snapped out of her trance and glanced over at the man propped against the wall. For a person not entirely on the up and up, he certainly was courteous and quite respectful of her being a lady. "Mr. Wayne had many cameras to watch his property. It is my thought that Mr. Dante meant for you to look ... not a willing party, oui?" Pam thought about that a moment and slowly nodded her head, despite being still puzzled. She supposed that made sense, she needed to look like an abductee herself…in order to complete the charade, without it coming back to haunt them. She couldn’t really blame him for not including her; she never was a convincing thespian and from the way she almost lost bladder control on that patio, anyone reviewing security footage would be convinced of the abductions authenticity. "Many years I have known him and been in his service. He is a hard man and demands much, but only what is needful. He does not take simply because he can, n'est ce pas?"

That didn’t really seem like the Benedict Dante that she had become intimate with at all. He had been such a giving lover, the first man she’d been with that was concerned with her own needs and desires, rather than just satisfying his own. But, then…she hadn’t been aware of his “associates” or believed him capable of having her abducted after flirting with another man on his request either, so she guessed that a dual life was indeed possible with him. It wasn’t as if she was a stranger to having a double identity, she and Ivy were two sides of the same coin…so to speak. “I’m sure you know him better than I do, so I won’t presume to debate you on that topic.” She knew there was something shady about the man when she broke into his building, but she hadn’t expected anything like this. She’d expected his company to be covering up harm to the environment, but he hadn’t and so far had been on the up and up with her regarding that aspect. So, in a way, his being shady didn’t bother her all that much and she figured it was just business. “So…if you don’t intend to harm me, is it alright if I use the little girls room now and get comfortable while we wait?”

“So…if you don’t intend to harm me, is it alright if I use the little girls room now and get comfortable while we wait?”

"You may move about as you wish, mlle," Trogg said, motioning in invitation, though he didn't shift from his position by the wall. "But outside it is the Narrows, and not safe. What you seek is there." He tilted his head toward a door to one side.

Waiting until she'd gone, he called Bird. "Fontaine?" he asked.

"Secure. And starting to come to. Isley?"

"Not sure. Keep watch on the bathroom window."

"Copy."

The big henchman's phone beeped an incoming call and he switched to it. Bane's voice rumbled in his ear requesting an update. When he'd relayed a summary of the events and the gist of his conversation with Bird, he listened to his boss' thoughtful hum.

"Wayne knows about the kidnapping," Bane said after a moment. "Might try to meddle somehow. I'll be delayed. Get her started on getting the information we need. And stay clear while she does."

Trogg spoke with exquisite neutrality. "That request might be better coming from you, patron."

There was another pause. Then, "Ah." The single syllable conveyed a wealth of understanding and acceptance.

"Une moment." Trogg waited for Ivy's return.