4 Taken

It had been a day since the whole incident with the mysterious masked woman. Bruce had been confronted by the GCPD [Gotham City Police Department] about the events that happened last night. He spoke half-truths to the investigators, leaving out the fact that he was involved in the crime scene.

Bruce was getting hungry; he hadn't eaten anything since yesterday, and he wondered if there was a good Chinese restaurant in this city. The city itself was riddled with old art-deco architecture left to rot and decay. Gotham was passed its prime; gone were the glory days for the city - now left with nothing but rampant crime and corruption.

Bruce Lee smiled as he spotted a small Chinese restaurant up ahead. The bell rang as the martial artist walked inside. The restaurant was decorated in old Chinese paintings and red lanterns which hung from the ceilings.

It was a quaint, little restaurant with a few customers eating at tables. There was an old lady just behind the counter who greeted him with a smile. Bruce Lee walked up to her with a smile of his own.

"What can I get you today?" The old lady spoke with a heavy accent.

"Do you speak Cantonese, Auntie?" Bruce Lee spoke in fluent Cantonese, surprising the old lady.

"Ah! Are you from Hong Kong, too?" Her eyes glistened brightly, responding back in perfect Cantonese as well. "Young'un, what is your name?"

"Lee Jun-Fan," he answered with his Cantonese name. "I arrived here in Gotham City just last night." Bruce didn't explain to her how he ended up here; even he couldn't explain how he got here in the first place.

"Aiya... you picked the worst place to visit, young man," The old lady shook her head. "This place is nothing but crime and bad people."

"Yeah. I had some... personal experiences with the crime here, but luckily I know a bit of Gung-Fu," Bruce Lee chuckled. "I was thinking of going back home to San Francisco. By the way, do you know what is the date, auntie?"

"Ah, it should be... let me check," the old woman pulled out her smartphone, "It should be July 21st, 2015." She showed him the date on her phone as proof.

Bruce Lee stood there stunned and speechless. His world came crashing down when he slowly read the text on that strange device in her hands. No, that couldn't be. She had to be lying, right? There was no way that he ended up in the future. That just wasn't possible.

"Are... are you sure that is right?" He asked, not wanting to believe it was true.

"Hmm?" The old lady looked closer at her phone. "It says it right here: July 21st, 2015. Young'un, perhaps you should get your eyes checked." She chortled at her own joke.

Bruce blinked back at the screen. The evidence was right in front of him. That strange high-tech device in her hand, the cars out in the roads and the high-tech displays all across the buildings. Bruce Lee finally realized that this wasn't 1973 anymore. He somehow travelled through time.

The martial arts master suddenly felt lightheaded and took a seat at a table near the counter. The old woman looked over the counter with concern.

"Are you alright there, young'un?"

"Yeah... I'm fine, auntie," he lied with a heavy smile. "I think I just feel a little lightheaded, that's all."

"Maybe you just need to eat more, young man! Let me cook you something to eat. My treat."

"Haha... I suppose you're right. I wonder if I can get some beef with oyster sauce, auntie."

"Of course, of course! Just sit there and relax; it won't take too long."

"Thank you, auntie."

Bruce Lee sat back in his chair with a heavy heart. What was he supposed to do now? He couldn't exactly find a way back in time. Not to mention, he had no idea if this is the same Earth as his. Bruce rubbed his forehead in frustration. He might not be able to see his wife and kids again.

"Damn it," Bruce sighed out.

The bell chimed again as two large men walked into the Chinese restaurant with guns drawn. They wore wore strange tuxedos that was split in two colors: black and white. Like Yin and Yang. All the patrons in the store screamed in fear as they laid eyes upon their weapons. The old woman stormed out of the kitchen with her husband and a knife in her hand.

"Y-you get out now or I call police!" She pointed the knife at him. However, the two goons did not flinch one bit.

One of the goons raised a gun towards the ceiling and fired off a warning shot. The crowd instantly grew quiet; some shook in fear as they ducked under the tables. The two goons slowly scanned the restaurant when they suddenly spotted Bruce Lee.

Bruce stood up as the goons approached him, "What do you two want?" He asked.

"You," the goon aimed his pistol at Bruce's forehead. "Come with us. Now."

"Why?"

"Get movin' or else I'll put a hole in your damn skull," he threatened, shoving his gun at his head. Bruce Lee looked up at the gun then back at the goon with narrowed eyes.

He may be in a different timeline or world, but he had a duty to keep these people safe from harm's way. Besides, Bruce needed to release all of his frustrations, and these two scum of the earth were the perfect punching bags. In a blink of an eye, he swiped the gun from the man's hand and kicked the gun from the other goon's hands, leaving them both unarmed.

"You fuckin' bast-!"

"HAH!" Bruce threw a hard left to the man's gut, and a devastating, knock-out punch right to the chin.

The eyes of the giant rolled back into his head as he crashed into the table behind him. All the frightened onlookers were stunned with Bruce's overwhelming power. He just took on a man much bigger and much taller than himself!

"Why you!" The other hoodlum grabbed a wooden chair besides him and tried to attack Bruce with it. The martial artist simply ducked out of the way and threw a quick kick squarely on his chest. The goon crashed against the wall with a loud and painful groan.

The man tried to get back up, however, Bruce Lee intended to finish this with one more strike. And he did. A brutal knee right to the nose. The goon slumped over on the floor, blood dripped from his broken nose as Bruce looked down at him.

It was finally over.

"I wouldn't move if I were you."

Bruce looked up and saw a man hiding behind the old woman who owned this restaurant. His face was split like two sides of a coin; a brutal scar marred the left half of his face. One could say that he was half a man that he used to be.

How did that man managed to make her hostage without him noticing? Bruce Lee suddenly saw the opened door from the kitchen. Damn, he got through there.

"You're coming with me, Tai Chi, otherwise," Two-Face tapped his pistol against her head. "Heh, I might just leave her fate up to you. Choice is yours."

Bruce Lee wanted to save the old woman, but it was his gun and her head. Bruce Lee had no choice but to comply, "Fine, I will go with you." Bruce Lee slowly raised his hands up in surrender, "But, I expect you not to hurt her or anyone else here."

"You have my word."

More goons stormed into the restaurant and surrounded him. Bruce's hands were tied up, and he was dragged into a black car followed by Two-Face. One of his men opened the door for him, and Two-Faced stepped inside the vehicle, coming face-to-face with the bound-up martial artist.

Two-Face smiled maliciously at him, fiddling with a coin between his fingers.

Meanwhile, Barbara Gordon had just finished her rounds of shopping when she notice a man being dragged inside the car by Two-Face and his goons. She watched as the black car drove out into the distance. Barbara needed to chase after them and find out what was going on. Fast.