'Keep the car running.'
Two men stepped out of the car, striding toward the JCPD station.
'HALT! You are not-'
His chest became a sea of red as bullets thudded into his head.
He fell to the ground, rather different from the movies, except slower and with less force in between.
The men blasted the fat guard with the hotdog, smiling at his TV.
Then they pulled out a heavy machine gun and blasted the cars in the lot to hell.
'Cease fire! I repeat-'
Before a grenade landed in the compartment.
They pulled out a mortar and started with their hobby,
Blowing the station to hell sure sounded like one.
The Titans came and were almost blown to hell,
By a missile from the two felons.
Robin, taking charge as the leader, ordered not to pursue,
His team was a wreck, like the average homicidal punk,
And he watched as they got picked up
By a helicopter some streets away.
The men had only one thing to say.
'Don, the chicks are dead but the hen is injured.'
'The cat is in the bag, all questions will be answered.'
They smiled as the heli pulled away,
Of them relaxing at some Hawaiian resort.
But the heli burned up and crashed to the ground,
And the pilot escaped uninjured.
'Don, the fox is dead.'
'Your loyalty will be remembered.'
And with that he jumped in a waiting car
And rode off to home.
Robin stared at himself in the mirror.
A broken arm, a fractured ribcage.
Cyborg needed extensive repairs.
The green child limped off in a cast to his room
The girl with green eyes
Was in a hospital bed
Breathing through a respirator
The one with the leotard
Sat in a wheelchair
Her legs not able to work
For quite a while.
He swore revenge and played straight into the Don's hands
By swearing to kill those who did this
No one would speak; they all glared with angry eyes.
'Everything is going to plan, Don.'
The man in the swivel chair turned around
To reveal a horrifying sight
For he had been grievously injured months before
By a certain Dark Knight.
'This is personal.' He said.
He was no longer human.
His face but a black titanium mask
And his body a smooth metallic shell.
The last time he was angered
The undertaker had to be called in.
People who made jokes did not have a happy ending with him
For in anger
He had thrown out of the window
Some pictures with great value.
But they meant nothing to him
For he crushed the image of the Boy Wonder
And threw it in the flames.
Vito Corleone did not let off people
No matter what they did
He was going to crush the children
And show that people who offended him
Did not come to a good end.
Months later
Robin's hearts was dark and cold
For his father had been visiting.
In a wheelchair and barely able to speak
He spoke of criminals who had tremendous backing
And spoke out one name.
Corleone.
The Don had plans to expand
And enlarge his criminal monopoly.
But a certain group of children
Now bore a burning grudge
The girl with green eyes
Would explode in green energy
Whenever this word was mentioned
The robotic human tried to be happy
But his car and ship were now scrap metal
The dark girl's love
Was now an angry wreck
She herself, sad to say,
Was now the epoch of hate.
They swore not to relax until
This criminal was in gaol
But this one would prove to be
A harder nut to crack.
'That son of a-'
'You know, this amount of swearing from you is a record.'
'HE WRECKED MY BABY, MAN!'
'Fine, swear all you want but don't do it here.'
At that moment there was a minor explosion in the kitchen
'STAR!'
'Not again!'
Her body was bathed in a glow
That seemed to radiate hate
Her eyes were those of a demon
So much fury was in them.
And what of the dark girl you ask
She was in a certain boy's room
And the moaning could be heard
From the other end of the city
This obsession with consummation
Was due do a lack of outlets for stress.
The room would need extensive cleaning
They knew
But who were they to stop themselves
In the middle of animal instinct and passion?
The boy wonder was a wonder when fighting
In games he never fell
But when it came to this
He was unparalleled
At making his partner relieve stress via pleasure or pain
In this case you all should know
Who that female would be.
When the changeling came into the boy's room
He saw white stains everywhere
He assumed something correctly
When he saw the two in bed
With laughter and girth he ran out
Clamoring to be heard
But a dark mass kept him quiet
By means of forceful gagging.
The beta strode out first
In messy and white-stained attire
The alpha dragged the changeling to his room
Where h made the green child
Swear not to divulge anything
For fear of being stuck in plaster-of-paris
Up to a month or a week.