The Rescue - Steve & Diana
“Using the transponder, we were able to pinpoint Wayne’s location,” Steve told Diana as he called up the display on his tablet. It wasn’t the most detailed of building schematics, and that was frustrating as hell. Steve didn’t like running ops or missions without the best information available. “They’ve got some sort of structural materials or electronic interference that’s blocking the satellite and drone surveillance.”
He let out a heavy sigh and smiled at her through his tousled blond bangs. The rain that had been falling for the past two hours left him soaked to the bone and his normally neat hair a mess. But his appearance wasn’t as important as them finding a way to rescue Bruce Wayne.
“I can’t wrap my brain around this,” he told Diana. “How the hell does anyone grab the Batman. I mean, I know he wasn’t wearing his cape and cowl, but he’s nearly as dangerous as you are.” If not more so. Diana was strong. She could toss a car, but Batman was mean, which was something his Angel never was. She didn’t have a mean hair on her head. Bruce Wayne was a nasty son of a bitch, and Steve couldn’t imagine what was going through the man’s head.
“I don’t think they know who he is—the real him—because we both know Bruce is the mask Batman wears not the other way around.” Steve clicked the pointer over a few more files on the desktop. “This is Victoria Vinciguerra. She and her husband own one of Wayne Enterprise’s rival companies. They also were hosting the party were Bruce went missing, and my handler found out another of their shell companies owns the entire city block where Bruce’s signal is coming from.”
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