A/N: Hello everyone! Yes this is the start of a new story. This is from my mind therefore expect the unexpected! I really have no clue where I will take this in the end but the road is mapped out so rest assured there will be very little problems, with writer's block being one of them. Anyways on with the show! This one will be a little uneventful because it's more of a background type thing to ease you into it.
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Do or Die
Chapter 1: What?
'How the hell do I get myself into these things?' Asked a very distraught Robin. He walked down the corridor in silence with his most recent sensei. Yet again he was being taken to see 'the boss'. He had once again become too much for his teacher to handle and was being taken back, off to another sensei, again. He just didn't know when to stop, when to quit, when it went too far.
He always got himself into this because he was too cocky. He always surpassed the expectations. This was the third time since he was here. This hellhole it had been something like half a year since his 'father' had left him here claiming this was the best way.
Yep, good ol' Bruce had trained him since he was a kid in the almost everything he could. There was gymnastics, dance, karate, taekwondo, tai chi, meditating, and many other methods of self-control possible. He claimed that it was just so he could defend himself against those who wished to do him harm, but when he turned fourteen he was sent off to 'camp' and there he was trained in other things, like a military school, it taught everything from strategies of war and weapon handling to wilderness survival and other such skills.
Now at the age of sixteen and a half he was shipped over to this place the academy, or so it's called on the outside it looks just like any other school but on the inside it holds many secrets. This is the place where the world's top assassins are trained for the real world, the world of killing the weak and building the strong, the ultimate power struggle goes on within these walls.
But anyways that's getting off topic. Robin was going to receive another sensei and most likely a stern-talking-about-how-you-must-respect-those-who-are-above-you, and how he was slipping off on his self-control by letting his anger get the better if him. Just what he needed, another person who he had to become accustomed to and 'respect'. Argh he was so tired of all the changes and all the crap he got from all the other 'sensei's' and their 'I'm above you attitude', well news flash I could get you in where I want you in a matter of seconds.
He had been lost in thought that he almost didn't notice that he was now standing in front of the door he had seen so many times since he had first been submitted into this living hell. Why he hated this place was because since he was new he was treated like dirt by all, he hadn't seen another his age if fact he hadn't seen much of anyone other than stern adults whom all were silent as the grave, then there was the fact that he was constantly being battered and beaten by his sensei's, who all thought that the only way you would learn was by being beaten until you lost your spirit and just became a fighting machine, doing everything in the perfect way and using the right pattern. He had to use these patterns that were pointless and most of the time didn't even work.
He hated it all, how he wished he could go and have a normal life without all of this, I mean it was nice being able to use his superior fighting skills for good, but the fun was being sucked up and quick, he hadn't even learned anything other than pain and long it takes for a bruise to form and how long it takes to disappear.
Now the door opened and reveled yet another long dark hallway but this one had a door with guards near it. Upon approaching they blocked the door with their swords.
"State your name and business with the master." The spoke in perfect unison, form within the depths of their helmets.
"Jay Garrick pawa-eri-to and Richard Grayson ru-ki. We come to move Richard up to another level; we have an appointment." The man next to Robin, who was also his to be ex-sensei in a few moments, spoke in a soft voice.
"Very well you may pass." They lowered their weapons and opened the doors allowing them to walk into a room in complete darkness with only one light. The light was shining on a man who sat behind a desk with his back facing them. Silence engulfed the whole room once the door fell closed behind them.
"Master I have brought you Richard so you may decide what to do with him. I am sorry, but I can no longer teach him." My sensei spoke to the master with respect I had never heard him use before.
"Very well then Jay. You are dismissed." The master said still with his back to us. With one deep bow my sensei left me. "Richard you're here again. I can't keep changing you every other month. I have chosen, personally, someone whom I am sure you will stay with. You will learn to like your new sensei and I believe you will become quite close." He told Richard in a flat tone while turning to face him.
"You will respect your new sensei and I don't want to hear of any complications. Your sensei is the best here at the academy and I know that if this doesn't work there is no hope for you any longer, and you will be gone, understand?" the master asked in a frigid tone. All I could do is nod my head, I knew what he meant by saying that I would be gone and as much as I hated this place I didn't want to 'go on an extended vacation'.
Once he saw my reaction, which wasn't much considering I had been schooled to be emotionless, he said the word I was really dreading at the moment.
"Bring Rae in." He told the guard standing at the door, who seemingly appeared out of the shadows.
The guard nodded quickly and opened another set of doors opposite those, which I had come in through. 'Time to face the music' Richard thought as the dim outline of a figure began to emerge.
My sensei was covered in a cloak that concealed everything. He looked like the grim reaper and I was… scared? He seemed to be huge and overly powerful. I didn't like this one bit it was probably only another hotheaded egotistic man who thought the world was below him.
But to my surprise when the figure stepped into the room and brought a hand out to remove the hood around their head, the hand was small and pale. The fingers long and delicate curled around the rim of the hood and gracefully pulled it down to reveal the face of stunningly beautiful young girl around his age. She had dark purple hair that was, from what he could see, was a little below her shoulder cut a sharper "u" shaped with bangs that gently hugged her pale face.
Her features where small and sharp but with a rounded look of youth, giving her a look of childish innocence yet she looked like she had wisdom beyond her years. She had small pale pink lips that looked to have been scrunched up, in distaste, too many times, followed by a small nose sharp but with a rounded tip a little rosy from the cold adding to the rose that bloomed on her cheeks. The one thing that made him caught his breath were her eyes, they were the most entrancing color of purple that were so many shades and yet only one color all at the same time. They contrasted her greatly, while her looks made her seem innocent her eyes held no emotions, giving her a cold and detached look.
In few words she was very attractive with a mysterious aura surrounding her, shrouding her in darkness. She seemed to command respect and radiated authority, how could she be so young and still be so… so dream like, broken.
His trance was broken when she shifted her cloak over her shoulders, reveling her body. She had a much defined hourglass figure that was clad in a mid thigh gray skirt with creases going towards the right and a semi tight black tee shirt. She wore black slip on shoes with red bows in the front. A simple blood red rose clip held her cloak in place.
She approached the master with flawless grace and gave a deep bow. Her hair covered her face in curtains of raw silk gleaming like water in the light. Her skin pale like the moon's light made into the finest porcelain skin, a face carved for the gods by angels, was covered in the faintest scars invisibly to the untrained eye.
"Ah Raven, come dearest." The master spoke to her with a bit of tenderness, he had never heard before, beckoning her to come closer to the desk. She did as requested her expression still perfectly emotionless and distant, never once speaking. When she passed him he was shocked to find that she was a whole head shorter than he was, her aura was so powerful that it made her seem larger than she really was.
"Raven, this is Richard." The master spoke acknowledged him for the first time, causing the girls eyes to flicker to him. When they make eye contact, his heart seemed to skip a few beats; his eyes like those of a deer caught in the headlights of an on coming car. For the first time in his life Richard didn't know what to do. "Raven this is your new student." The master continued calmly.
In a moment everything changed. The girl's eyes widened in shock and then narrowed dangerously, fire flaming within. Her entire impassive attitude crashed to the floor and her self-control was tested to its limits.
"What?" Were the first words he heard spill forth from her lips. She spoke in a tone that screamed menace, lethally calm and soft; it was worst than if she had shrieked them at the top of her lungs. "What do you mean my new student?"
"I mean that you will be teaching Richard. He will be placed in you care." The master spoke just as calmly but his tone turned colder.
"But, this can't be you know I can't do this. You promised I wouldn't have to deal with this since… since it happened." She spoke her voice grew soft as her eyes glazed over a bit from a memory. "No! No I will not do this, you can't do this!" she begged.
"I can and I will. You will be Richard's sensei and you will deal with it. Don't you ever dare to disrespect me ever again; do you hear me! I will not have you questioning my authority. You are nothing, only an insignificant tool. Don't let emotions get to you. You are nothing more than a weapon and you must learn that that's all you'll ever amount to be. Now get out of my sight." The master said in a tone colder than dry ice, a sneer placed firmly on his face knowing his words had cut deep.
"Yes master." The girl's face returned to its blank expression and her eyes unfeeling, detached and aloof. She bowed and when she did she turned her back to the master, something Richard had never seen anyone do, she beckoned me to her side and strode to the door. Her hand on the knob she turned her head slightly to the side, letting half her face show and the other be shrouded in the darkness. She spoke with a tone covered in iciness, and dripping in mockery and bitterness.
"I am a weapon, and like a weapon I can be used in inadvertent ways." With that being said she swung the door and stormed down the hallways with strong grandeur strides. Her cloak flaring out behind her to add a dramatic touch to the dignified exit, adding to the master's scorn.
Richard stood there shocked at his sensei's boldness. He, not knowing what else to do bowed and backed away facing the master. When the doors closed behind him he quickly turned and looked around for his sensei. He found her near the end of the long hallway. He quick pace had not given up.
"Hurry up." She called over her shoulder as she stopped to open yet another set of double doors. He had to run to catch up with her as they began the long journey to through the academy. All the while Richard's only thoughts were 'what?'
To be continued!
Jay Garrick: is one of the aliases of Flash for the justice league
Pawa-eri-to: means elite in Japanese
Ru-ki: like it sounds it means rookie in Japanese
A/N: Ok what did you guys think of that. I know it's boring at the moment but I promise it gets better. The next chapter will be longer and more things will happen the plot will thicken. I hope to maybe have the next one either tomorrow, which I highly doubt, or sometime before Friday and then you know my posting patterns. All right please leave me a little note telling me what you think! Please and thank you!