Only true heroes die young. Only the ones that are willing to risk their own life for the sake of humanity can live life with no regrets.
"The broken are never truly broken. Are they mother?" He could not feel himself anymore-he just ran.
His body fell limp over the arms of the guard that was caring the small boy like a small baby. The armor of their uniforms bulged over their muscles, making the young boy seem choked out by the size of the men compared to his small stature. A wave of sorrow flooded over the room. A woman stood in an all-black suit. It was zipped, until it reached the middle of her cleavage line, and a tight-knitted bun tied on the top of her head, gave her a most serious look at the event that was unfolding in front of her. A low muttered escaped her lip. "Throw him in."
The men looked up with grieving eyes. They asked her if she was sure if the choice that she was making was one that she had thought through completely. She answered with a small nod of the head, eyeing them as they cared the lifeless body of the young raven-haired boy over to the pit.
Green gas boiled up from the liquid that as placed in the middle of a large rocked cave. A wall was there to barricade of the prisoners had though to make an escape form their mortal life, to a new fruitful life of being immortal. An echoed bounced off the dark stone, cave walls. Everything that the men said had no importance to the women, the only thing that mattered to her were the words that came from her own mouth.
With one hand over the handle of her gun, that had settled in a gun holster buckled onto her belt that lay at an angle. One side of the belt hit the top of her hip, and the other fall down to the upper part of her thigh. An emotionless face surveyed the area around her, making sure that everything was going as planned for her son's awakening.
Everything at that moment seemed pointless, throwing the body into the pit again after years after his death. The one person that was supposed to love the boy until he died was the one person that let him be murdered in front of her. In addition, the years that she had been living with the thoughts of the day of his death had burned in her head. She could have saved him-she should have saved him. He was her son. The only person that looked up to her, even though at times he though what she did was wrong. The boy never looked at her any less than his mentor, or his mother.
The realization of what she had done, hit her like a five-ton truck... the outcome of killing the young boy, or actually getting him killed was not what she had planned at all.
His life meant more to her then the time he had become her enemy. No matter what he had done, he would still always be her son. A tear rolled down the women's cheek.
She tilted her chin up, wiping the tear away quickly before lurking forward to examine the remains of the boy before the lever had started sinking him down into the pit. The smell of the rotting flesh of the corpse stained the very idea of him ever living. Her eyes shot down to the boy s his body had finally reached the bubbling waters of the Lazarus Pit.
A shriek broke the deadly silence in the room.
The body shot up out of the water. Fists clenched tightly at his sides, blood slipping down the palm of his hand as his nails dug into the calloused skin of his hands. Nobody could even guess what he was thinking at that moment. He could have remembered the last thing that he though before he died, which was the face of his father that he was leaving behind, or maybe the family that he had grown to love.
When his eyes started to adjust to the dime lighting of the cave, he met eyes with the person that had done this to him. His brain could not stop rushing around as all the unsettled memories, and the words that he had never said stuck to him like glue, as he stood up looking at her with such distress in his eyes.
The last memory that came to his mind was his father's tears falling onto the red tunic of his robin costume. Not thinking straight from the gases of the Lazarus pit clogging his mind, he gazed up at his mother, who was strolling up to the edge of the pit placing a gloved hand out for him to grab.
"Come son-come with me. All will be alright now, you are home." She waited patiently for a hand that was never going to come.
Anger blazed in the boy's eyes as he stared at it with such disgust that he could not even look in her the eyes. He was mad at himself for hating her so much at that instant; he had never felt that much anger toward his own mother, but what she did was unspeakable.
"Come on, everything is good now. . . "A light moon came from her as she tried reaching further into the pit. "Do you remember me? I am your mother." She spoke in a hushed calming voice, trying to coax him into coming to her. "Speak to me Damian."
Damian stared at her hand for a few more seconds before looking her straight in the eyes with dismay. "I am not mute animal mother," A tone of anger projected through the room, causing his mother's face to go into shook.
The liquid had stuck to his legs as he pulled his body up and out of the pit. Smoothing it off his legs, as he stood up straight, legs still wobbly from the four years of sleep that had left him with still clear memory of what happened. "Son you need to relax. You see I have brought you back, for a reason." Talia steadied the boy as he shoved past her with no remorse. She shuffled her feet so that she was standing at his side, wrapping an arm around his elbow, which he shoved off quickly.
He walked like a just born dear out of their mother's womb, legs shaking, almost falling a few times, but resting slightly with one arm holding tightly onto the edges of the cave. Talia gave him his space for a second, insisting that he needed to let her help him. Which he laughed at a few times, before he swung his head around so that she could see how serious of a look he had on his face.
"You have no right to help me. . . "Damian choked numbly moving his way over to the large heavy metal door that was keeping him in the hell hole. "You wanted me dead." He stated calmly not even worrying to look over at her to see the shaken reaction on her face.
Damian licked his dry, cracked bleeding lips, getting the taste of the blood washed in his mouth. He spat it over in Talia's direction. Jumping away skillfully, she gave her use to be son a disappointing look.
Talia had not planned for Damian to remember what happened that night, and especially not in such vivid detail. Her face had turned from happiness that her son had finally come back to her, to great disappear, as she figured out that he was blaming her for his death. However, it was her fault. She could have easily called his killer off, giving him time to run off. Nevertheless, she had made that decision years ago, and there was not a day that had pasted that she wished she had not.
"Please Damian that was four years ago. What I did was wrong. I understand, but I want to make this better for both of us. . . I can give you want ever you want my son. I can give you the world if you truly wanted it." Her offer would have sounded nice to him years ago, but not now.
Whipping his head in her direction still having a hand pressed against the wall to support himself, he spoke to her as calmly as possible. "I don't want that mother. Did you want to know what I truly want?" He stammered creeping his way closer to the door with every weak step he took.
With a gentle smile, she asked. "Yes of course whatever you want." Trying to help him, but he still moved his arm away from hers.
"I want the four years of my life that you stole from me," He answered bluntly.
Damian thought of Jason at that second. This brought him back to when he was a young child. He remembered Talia's voice calling out to him to come see the reawakening. He was perched up on one of the small openings to the cave that which held far above the lower bathing area of the pit. He sat, feet spread on either side of the small rock that which formed out of the wall of the cave. Looking down he had watched the dead body of the former boy wonder of his father Bruce Wayne, being set in the same lake of green liquid that his grand-father had bathed in that morning. Jason made the same shriek of pain that Damian had, but he–ran.
He came back to the realization that what Jason had done took the soldiers off guard giving him time to escape, but Damian was boarded in. There was no way he was going to get out without a fight. Studying the area around him, he noticed a small opening, which leads to the bright full moon that glimmered into the dark cave.
A wicked smile formed on his face as he started to regain the ability to walk normally. Slouching down he fell to the floor screaming in pain loudly grabbing the attention of all the guards in the room.
Talia ran over to him grabbing his arm, speaking kind words into his ear. "You shall be fine Damian; I promise I will help you. I will bring you back to your normal self and we will live together-forever, and you can learn the way of the al-caste. You will be my son again."
He did not know what to say, at that, second her words had sounded secure, but she that came with the training. "This is absurd mother. You made your choice four years ago that you did not want me as your son again. And I am just going to follow through with that. Good-bye Talia." He swung his foot around knocking all the guards down on the cold cave flooring, giving him time to get up off the ground and run.
Looking back one more time at his mother, whose face was bleak gazing at her son he smiled weakly. Damian gave her a wave of the hand before pulling his small body up, grabbing ahold of a sharp section that came out of the cave wall. His blood seeped down the rocks as he climbed up faster and faster.
A load bang occurred next to Damian's right ear, making his head ring. Looking down a guard had a gun amide at him. Knowing his mother to well, she walked up to him lowering the gun. "Not know, he will be back," she whispered in the man's ear.
"Damian you are a broken child, you need me, more then you want to believe you do. I can help. You will be back just wait and see." She yelled at him, as he climbed all the way up to the opening
He yelled back. "The broken are never truly broken. Are they mother?" He could not feel himself anymore-he just ran.
Meanwhile in Cincinnati, Ohio
"Hey, Pauline I'm going to leave early tonight. . . I got a hot date to get ready for." The perky blonde-haired girl smiled grabbing her purse out from under the bar table.
The small karaoke bar was closing down for the night anyway. Therefore, she was not going to miss anything. Skipping over to the door, she stepped one foot in the doorway to prop it open.
Pauline chuckled. "You stay out of trouble tonight ya' hear Steph." The girl turned around to flash him a warm smile.
"Will do!" She swung the door open, stepping out into the fresh cold spring air of the large city of Cincinnati- her new city.