“You—you can’t do that!” I stammered. “Oh, yes, we can,” Wayne said. “And we will,” Bruce added. “No!” I shouted. I leaped to my feet and dove for the door. But Bruce and Wayne were ready for me. They grabbed me and held my arms behind my back. “You’re not going anywhere, kid,” Wayne said. “Let go of me!” I screamed. I struggled and squirmed. But I wasn’t a gigantic monster anymore. I was a scrawny kid—no match for Bruce and Wayne. Even Lacie probably could have beaten me up if she wanted to. The guys tossed me against the back wall of the room. “We’ll be back later,” Lacie promised. “Try not to worry about it too much, Matt. It won’t hurt.” They left the room. I heard the key turn in the lock. I was trapped again. I searched the room for a way to escape. It was completely empty—no furniture at all, not even a chair. Just four bare walls, a locked door, and a small window with metal bars. I opened the window and rattled the bars. I hoped they might be loose or something.
