Have no fear, I'm still working on POW. Just had to get this one-shot out of my head after watching Young Justice with my niece.
It was a cave, walls of rock carved out by centuries of ocean tides. The passages lead deep into the earth, passing several deep wells that connected into the sea. Stalagmites hung down in a foreboding manner, water dripped from the constant moisture. It was a prison, there was no mistaking that. The stone walls were covered with mold and other substances left by former occupants. The cage-like cells were rusted and only a select few were capable of keeping a prisoner. One in particular served its purpose at that precise moment.
Kaldur stood silently, watching the scene before him. The satisfaction he desired was being pushed aside by an emotion he refused to feel. Had this really been the way to avenge her? He stopped himself; yes, it was his fault, she was his responsibility and now he was paying for his mistake.
In the cell, Nightwing was shackled to the stone; burns marred his hands and forearms. Kaldur had taken no chances and welded the restraints shut, leaving no chance for the escape artist to pick the locks. The younger man's head was bowed; his form shook with a cocktail of emotions, one that he himself knew far too well. In his arms was a pale form that had once been so full of life. Tim, that was his name; he had heard Nightwing say it on one occasion, albeit unintentionally.
The lad was long gone, the poison he had been given stopped his heart hours ago.
That unwanted emotion was creeping in again. Kaldur stayed just out of sight trying to push his conscious away. He knew of the grief that plagued his former friend from the loss of his parents. He had seen what the death of the second Robin had done to Nightwing, and the two had hardly known each other. Why did he force history to repeat itself?
No, he had to pay. She was dead because of him; it was only fair that he loose someone in return.
It was vengeance.
No, it was justice in its purest form; a life for a life.
This emotion hadn't been there when he lured his former friend into a trap. It hadn't appeared when he melted the shackles to his wrists. It hadn't tugged at him when his forced the poison into Robin's blood. It didn't even faze him when Nightwing was comforting the boy in his last moments. But now, to see the man he once considered a dear friend broken and grieving over the body of his 'brother'; now when it was far too late. Now he felt an annoying buzz in the back of his mind
But no emotion was strong enough to stop him now, not when he was still fueled by grief and anger. Kaldur turned and walked away, leaving Nightwing at the mercy of the tide.
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