Disclaimer" I don't own Young Justice, and I don't own 'Hellfire', that awesome villain song belongs to Disney.
A/N: I was bored...and I was watching the Hunchback of Notre Dame when A thought struck me...Robin is Romani, what if there were a frollo-esque badguy after our little bird? how far would the team and Batman go to protect Robin? I hope I made him as Frollo-like as possible...all though I did add in some "Teen Titans Slade" and Amon from 'Legend of Korra' tell me what you think :D
Edit: So, guess wose back? Also I've taken a good long look at this story which I wrote back in high school and..oh my god the flaws. So I'm rewriting it and editing it
Dick gasped as he woke up, beads of sweat trailed down his face as the boy wonder looked around his room. He let out a small breath of relief. He was safe in the mansion, in his own room, in his bed. He sighed and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, his dark hair clung to his damp skin. Lately he'd been having nightmares...because of him.
The Judge, Gotham's latest vigilante who believed he was doing what was best. Who killed people he considered sinful, evil, disgusting. Which by and large meant everyone who didn't fit his worldview. From murderers to common shoplifters, it seemed anyone and anything wold incur the Judge's wrath. Not even big time villains like Clayface or the Joker were showing their faces, hiding away like rats for fear of The Judge. The thing was, no one knew where he came from he just sort of materialized almost out of thin air. He remembered when he'd first met up with him. He and Bruce were trying to find out who 'The Judge' was when one day on patrol...he'd actually come face to face with 'The Judge.'
Robin's eyes widened as the black clad man slit the throat of the barely dressed woman. 'What did she do?' he thought, did she steal something? or was she simply at the wrong place at the wrong time? The man turned to face him, he wore a suit of black armor, his dark cape flowing behind him, his face hidden beneath a black hood and mask. The boy wonder took a few steps back. So this was The Judge, the man who killed criminals, prostitutes, and other petty criminals. The boy wonder had seen many things in his life. He'd faced up against Joker, Two-face, Poison Ivy, Scarecrow...but he'd never been up against someone as frightening as this. The Judge killed people, and the note he sent suggested it was because he believed he was doing the right thing...he didn't think he would look so...menacing.
"Well, if it isn't Robin the boy wonder, no one said anything about you being a gypsy." Said The Judge in a deep baritone voice, Robin's eyes went wide...how did?
"How did I know? simple, you have such strong features." Said the man placing a hand on Robin's cheek, Robin immediately froze in place. He felt a cold chill run down his spine. He tried to will his body to move, tried to get his legs to move but they were rooted to the spot in fear and his body shook. Almost like he was eight years old again. Still he was Robin the Boy Wonder wasn't he? He pulled away from the man's grasp and jumped up to kick him down.
When The Judge grabbed him and pinned him against the wall by his wrist.
"Clever gypsy boy, you're not like the others, all they did was scream and run away...but you have fighting spirit." Said the Judge, he leaned in and whispered into Robin's ear. Which only served to make the boy's hair on the back of his neck stand on end.
"I'll save you for last, gypsy. When I've cleaned up every last inch of filth from this city, when I set this city free of the scourge that walks among them. I will return for you... I will watch as you burn and I shall send you into the fiery pits of Hell, where you will rot." Said The Judge menacingly, icy blue eyes looked down into Robin's eyes as they widened in fear. He struggled to break free of the man's grip when Batman leaped in and punched him away.
Robin sat on the ground gasping for breath as the two men fought. It felt like snakes were circling around him, wrapping themselves around his body and strangling him. He took in deep breaths, trying to calm himself and regulate his breathing. The tears beginning to form as they prickled his eyes, and the bile in his stomach was slowly starting to climb it's way up his throat.
'Why couldn't I fight him? I've been through worse. I've been kidnapped, beaten and faced worse, so why couldn't I do it this time?' He wondered as his eyes began to burn.
"Robin?" came Batman's calm voice as he went over to his son. The Judge, was nowhere to be seen.
"Where is he?" asked Robin, looking around for any sign of him, but as quickly as he came he'd vanished.
"Gone, but...we'll find him." said Batman placing a hand on Robin's shoulder, he'd never seen his young ward so shaken up. Robin immediately wrapped his arms around Bruce tightly and cried.
Since then he'd been having nightmares about The Judge. He should've been able to stop him though...he shouldn't have run scared like a little kid. No matter how many times Bruce rationalized it...no matter how many times Alfred told him it was normal.
He shouldn't have been afraid...
He laid back down on the bed, staring at the ceiling...unable to go to sleep.
The lone figure sat in his leather chair amidst the darkness. He looked out the window of his office, the city of Gotham was lit up like a Christmas tree, the beautiful city lights hiding its cruel, dark, and sinister underbelly. He took a tiny sip of his wine, savoring its bitter taste. Gotham was a city filled with the most disgusting excuses for humanity society had to offer. He was purer than this common, vulgar, weak, licentious was the only good in this city, with a commissioner who relied on a man in tights to do all of the crime fighting. It was up to someone...capable to wipe out the disgusting filth that roamed this city. Someone like him.
Thus far, he was doing a fine job of cleaning up this city, He took a deep breath and sighed...remembering the sight of the heathen's blood as it touched the ground...the look of pure fear as the creature pleaded for mercy. Ha, mercy, did he show mercy to others when he murdered them? No, so why should Judge to so? Yes, Judge he called himself, because he was the only one worthy to judge them...the only one good, virtuous, and pure enough to rid Gotham of them. The Batman didn't approve of his methods though...and why should he? The man was a demon.
He wore the mask of the Devil with that dark cape and horns atop his head, .supposedly he fought for justice...hmph. If he truly did fight for Justice, then why were people like the Joker around? Why did people still rape and murder? why did he allow them to live instead of allowing them their just rewards? Then again he allied himself with a gypsy vermin.
Yes, he could tell that the boy was a gypsy. His hair was as black as the devil's heart, and his laugh like an imp's, not to mention the other features he possessed, that were so much like the other thieving, conniving gypsies in the world. Yet whenever he was near his heart started beating faster and he wanted the boy. No he reminded himself, it was a sinful, Robin was merely a child. It was immoral and wrong to be having such feelings for a child, how could he be having such..such urges? He remembered the boy was a gypsy, meaning he must've cast a spell on him. His eyes widened as the realization dawned on him. Yes, that was why the Batman didn't kill the scum, why he felt this way towards Robin. The boy had placed them under his spell. Of course, it all made sense now.
And it was his job to rid evil like that Gypsy sorcerer from this world. Yet he wanted Robin, he wanted to feel the boy's hair, to taste that exotic gypsy skin. He glanced over to a cathedral opposite his building. Blue eyes glanced at the holy statues, that lined one part of the building. His eyes found the statue of the Virgin Mary, glancing upwards almost as if she were staring at him. He tenderly placed his hand on the glass window, and closed his eyes in solemn prayer.
'Protect me Maria, don't let this...this demon cast his spell, don't let his fire sear my flesh and bone' he prayed, as he narrowed his eyes. Crushing the wine glass in his hand. He was so focused on the window however, he didn't even care that the wine was dripping down his hand.
He wanted the Gypsy boy to burn in the flames of Hell and yet he wanted Robin to be his and his alone. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clutching his arm rest tightly as visions of the Boy wonder danced in his mind. He'd give Robin a choice, him or his pyre, Robin would be his or the gypsy boy would burn.
So...what did you think?