Escape Room

Escape Room is the fifth chapter in the Wombles Seven.

During that time, Batman had woken up in a cave with dark blue walls and a white ceiling.  He was too weak to speak or hold any object, so he had just been lapping up the buckets of water that were being given to him by a shadowed figure twice each day.  Though, he didn’t know that it was twice each day; he had no sense of time after being beaten so badly by Vincent and The Joker.  He had attempted to carve a message in the cave wall to tell the shadowed figure what had happened to him, but it had been covered up by corals and other sea plants.  He still had no mask; he assumed he had lost it forever, and planned to make a new one. His hair had turned black instead of the brown it used to be from the wet and the cattle prods back in the CRACKED Prison.  It was definitely safe to say that he wasn’t having a nice time.

As he finished this evening’s water bucket, the shadowed figure said, “I’ll get you something better when I can.  It’s just that there’s a lot of water down here and my brother’s tearoom is like, really expensive.  My name’s Peter by the way.  Peter Kingsley.  But you can call me Seaboy.  Not many people call me Peter anymore.”

Bruce didn’t answer, just stared with no emotion in his bruised face.  He fainted from hunger, and that was the last thing he remembered before he woke up in a king-sized bed with a large window next to him.  He slowly got up, trying his best to ignore the pain.

“Good morning, sir.” Said his butler Alfred Pennyworth as he came through the door with a tray of food.

“Alfred- What happened?” asked Bruce.

“You were kidnapped, sir, I think by The Joker.  You need to rest for now, lay back down.”

“I need to… Stop… The Invaders.” Insisted Bruce, swinging his legs out of the bed.

“Get me some clothes, will you?”

“But-Master Bruce-“

“No buts.  Get me some clothes.” Said Bruce, standing up.  He had built up a lot of muscle from his experience.  Alfred felt rather intimidated.

“Yes, sir, but do eat your breakfast.” He said, laying the tray down and rushing away to find a suit for Bruce to put on.  It was a light tan colour with a single-breasted jacket, four buttons on the sleeves.  The material was very light which was useful as the weather had been unseasonably warm. There was a choice of shirts, ties and cuff links.  Bruce opted for a charcoal shirt with cream cuffs complimented by silver links in the design of a bat.  He took the mottled blue tie which also had the bat design on it.

After he finished his breakfast which he liked very much Bruce asked Alfred what it was.  The butler replied “Crispy bat wings in dark rum sauce with sauted baby beetroot.”  Bruce chose his shoes going for two-tone brown loafers and headed out with Alfred.  At that point he realised he had no idea where he was.

Alfred had anticipated this moment already.  “We are in the home of British millionaire Julian Albert sir.  He is a well known archaeologist.”  Bruce looked a bit worried.  Alfred had also anticipated that moment.  “There is no need to worry sir.  Master Albert assures me that his days as Alchemy are well and truly over. Indeed he wouldn’t know where to start if tempted to find the Philosopher’s Stone!”

Bruce looked a bit doubtful and well he might because at that moment Lillian Luthor was looking right at the Philosopher’s Stone.  It was among many dangerous objects in the vaults of CADMAS.  Not far from the vault was a number of cells.  Cell number 56 had a voice shouting out of it.

“You’ll be sorry when Harry and Hermione find you!”  The ginger haired man inside the cell was very angry indeed.  “Quiet Mr Weasley!” shouted Lillian “Or would you prefer more torture!”.  Ron just stopped shouting as he really didn’t like torture.

Bruce got into a Rolls Royce Silver Ghost with Alfred.  The number plate read BRUCE 1.  “Alfred I don’t remember this car.” He said to the Butler who replied “No sir I took the liberty of purchasing it for you whilst you were, unavailable.”  Just then Julian waved.  Bruce walked over to him.

“Good to meet you Bruce.” Julian greeted him warmly.  “You too Julian.  There’s something I was wondering.” Bruce replied.  “What was that?”  Julian replied smiling.  “Well I thought you might considering selling your mansion?”

“Actually yes I’m moving permanently to Central City so if you want it can you manage say £150 million?” “OK.” Said Bruce and they agreed the sale.

Mal, Evie & Audrey were currently trying to get off TIOTL. They wound up in a strange place they didn’t know what was. Suddenly, the ground beneath Audrey started pulling her upwards. She found she couldn’t move, and there were 4 other people there. “Er…”she tried to say, and discovered she was too paralyzed to speak. There was a thing behind them which said “Wildcard”.

3 of the people were Katy Perry, Ariana Grande & Jade Thirlwall. The other one was Ginny Potter. Katy, who was next to Audrey, said, “People who dye their hair more than one colour at the same time.” Then launched into an argument about them being so indecisive and how awful it looked anyway. Ariana & Jade had had their turns earlier, so Ginny had to make her decision – and she chose Katy’s!

Audrey tumbled into Room 101 and found herself suddenly able to move again. Someone started cutting her open, making sure to avoid killing her. Other staff members were doing the same to everyone and everything else.

Meanwhile, the woman who’d been looking for Harry had come across a brightly coloured sign. “We love you, Lillian Luthor!” she read. ”Who the heck is Lillian Luthor?”  A strange-looking person showed up wearing a T-Shirt with blood-red letters that read, “THEY ALL WILL DIE! NO WOMBLE WILL SURVIVE!” The woman didn’t know what wombles were so she decided to ask. The person couldn’t think of a way to explain. They said, “By the way, what’s your name?”

She said, “Hermione Weasley, and I think you’re insane.” They said, “Do you really, is this just a game?”

Clary was still being tortured to death. In the corner of her eye she could see a chef. She wished had some paper so her dagger she could sketch.

Audrey had now escaped into Room 104. It wasn’t very pleasant but she was glad she didn’t have to be tortured anymore. She realized she could see a cold metal claw.