Hello all! I decided to bite the bullet and make this story longer, it looked pitiful just being 1000 words in my folder compared to Of Secrets and Scars... so all chapters will be longer and hopefully better.
Also a shoutout to PrettyKitty Luvs U, I love your works!
Disclaimer: I do not own Young Justice
Until Underverse Come
The snap of the whip echoed through the putrid air before it came into contact with her back. The squelch her skin made as it was ripped from her back was sickening, but she gladly took the pain.
Her wrists were chained above her, leaving her suspended above the ground by several inches. The coppery scent of blood filled the air as the whip once again came into contact with her back, she had long ago become numb to the pain, leaving her to just think.
Her two younger siblings were watching as she took their punishment, but that didn't mean they would come out of this completely unscathed. That was not the way of the Ring. At most they would receive five lashes, then they would be released back to their cell.
She took fifty lashes total.
Two henchmen came and releases her wrists from the shackles that bound them and she stood, steady despite the blood loss and pain, on her two feet. Before turning and walking from the room. She passed others who lived here, some sharpening their weapons for their next fight, some huddled in the corners rocking and whimpering.
They wouldn't last long.
She ignored the blood she was leaving on the ground as she came to her cell, her siblings were already inside.
Stepping in she walked to the left wall which contained their weapons and armor and spoke in clear English "Suit up, we leave tonight." "Clavicus, Hermaeus, we will head to the Bludhaven safe house and recuperate before we move. Understood?" They nodded in return and they immediately acted, first they worked on bandaging their backs, Hermaeus was the least injured and she the most. Clavicus moved to the armor and weapon racks and began to distribute their weapons and armor accordingly. They helped each other as they strapped on their custom battle armor, as they had always done
Pulling on her seven inch daedric boots, she turned and took her helm from the armor stand and slid it on before grabbing her cape. Attaching the chains to their proper clasps, she turned and in full armor with weapons, they left their cell.
Despite their heavy armor, and the heels, they moved silently down the corridors until they came to their chosen exit. Hermaeus acted immediately upon spying the guards, two kunai were launched and made their homes in the necks of the guards. Said guards going down with a muted thump.
Still leading, she stepped over the fallen guards and opened the door. Crisp night air greeted them as they stepped out onto the roof of the building. She knew it wouldn't be long before they were discovered missing, but it didn't matter.
They would never find them.
She walked, with both Clavicus and Hermaeus flanking her, to the edge of the three story building, and with a nod to the both of them. She jumped, raising her arms slightly above her head, with her cape flapping behind her as she fell. When her heeled boots came into contact with the ground without making a sound, she kneeled. A second later instincts told her that her siblings had joined her.
Raising up from her kneeled position, she walked, hips swaying, down the alley they had landed in. The first league of their mission was to identify where they were, as they had been with their masters for most of Clavicus's life, she had no real way of telling when and where she was.
With the moon glowing brightly above them, they exited the alley. She was thankful it was night, as they would have been a sight if they were walking down the street during the day. With her sharp seven inch heels, it put her head to head with Hermaeus height wise, but Clavicus still towered over the two females.
Shaking her head slightly, she continued to lead her siblings down the road of the city, until they heard a scream.
They didn't hesitate.
As one, as they had been trained to, they moved and disappeared into the shadows, enclosing on their prey. No sound was made as she drew her daedric styled daggers from their cleverly disguised sheathes in her armor, as she moved.
They tracked the origin of the sound to an abandoned warehouse. She entered from the back door, and made her way to the rafters. There were crates scattered here and there, and in the center was the origin of the scream.
The scream was from a child, dressed in a crisp suit, the attire screamed of wealthy. It seemed he had been kidnapped from where ever he had been, as he was muttering something about Batman coming to rescue him, and how he was never going to hear the end of this. It was frankly amusing, to see a child in such a predicament and for him to be worrying about the telling off he was going to receive from his parents.
There were ten thugs, all dressed the same, black on black, and their apparent leader. Said leader was in the process of telling the kid how much money he was going to make him.
Releasing a silent laugh, she knew her siblings were in position, so she moved.
Leaping off the rafters, she flipped and landed in the middle of the warehouse right in front of the boy. The sharp hiss of air was all the warning the kidnappers received before they were cut down by Hermaeus's kunai, she didn't aim to kill, just incapacitate. With a flick of her wrists, her blades released the binding on the boy, and she saw his eyes widen.
Taking the sign, she turned and blocked a wildly thrown punch, before throwing an uppercut to the thugs jaw. She watched as his eyes rolled up into his skull, and moved onto the leader. Sheathing her daggers on her hips, she blocked and dodged the surprisingly unskilled attacks and with one punch to the face, downed the man.
She shook her wrists slightly, her back was screaming at her, but she continued to ignore the pain in favor of checking on the boy.
Hermaeus and Clavicus dropped down from their perches and walked over the downed men as they joined her, Hermaeus stopping periodically to retrieve her kunai from a couple of the thugs. Upon further inspection, it was apparent that the child wasn't much of a child, but more of a pre-teen.
The now classed pre-teen looked at the three of them before shifting uncomfortably. It apparently wasn't everyday one was saved by three heavily armed people. She turned and gave her siblings a quick nod, and they backed off, disappearing silently into the shadows once again.
Turning her attention once again to the teen, she gently brought her armored hand down on his shoulder, he startled slightly before looking at her. Slowly, she guided him out of the warehouse and to the streets once again, where they were joined by Hermaeus and Clavicus.
There was a sudden loud crash followed by several gunshots, and the kid immediately jumped into the cover created by her cape. She could feel the pressure of his hands applied on her shredded back as they gripped her armor. Deciding to test a theory, she took several steps forward, and the kid matched her steps perfectly.
Shaking her head slightly at the new discovery, she wasted no time in continuing forward. They walked through the dark alleys and across what could be called the unsavory part of whatever city they were in, but none of this bothered her. She had seen and been through worse.
She and her siblings faced down several gangs of men, and as they traveled, she eventually felt the boy haul himself up onto her back, before stilling.
The moon was at her climax when she sensed another presence. Immediately Hermaeus and Clavicus vanished, leaving her and the kid. Reaching behind her she grasped her two great swords and drew them, and turned to face this new opponent.
'Well I guess I know where we are now' the thought drifted through her mind as she stared at the new presence.
It was Batman.
The freaking caped crusader was standing before her, and suddenly it made sense. The kid was Richard Grayson, ward of Bruce Wayne and first Robin to Batman. But the remaining question was why they were real? This could be pondered later, for now she had to return a little bird.
Slowly, as to not provoke Batman, she sheathed her blades, and reached behind her to grasp the kid clinging to her back. She watched him tense before relaxing, as she brought out to her surprise, a sleeping Richard Grayson.
She stood processing this for a second, before wrapping an arm underneath the kid's legs and lifting him in a fireman's carry. Slowly she stepped towards Batman, until she was an arm's length from him, he reached out and took the Richard from her, and she turned away from him, and vanished into the shadows.
She rendezvous with her siblings an hour later, after making sure that Batman was in the Batmobile and on his way home.
They met on a rooftop in the center of what she had now, thanks to Batman, identified as Gotham. Walking to where her siblings stood in the shadows she stopped when she was two feet away. "We need to secure a place for future stay, once there I can explain what I have discovered." She stated "We move now." With that they gracefully flew down the fire escapes and to the ground level ten stories below. Knowing that they were in the heart of the Bats territory, she made the decision to move out of the city and to pass through Bludhaven. They spent the rest of the night traveling through Gotham, and by sunrise were in a warehouse on the outskirts of Bludhaven.
Calling it a night, she helped Hermaeus and Clavicus remove their armor and weapons, and set it on the floor of the warehouse before starting to remove her armor.
She felt the remaining skin on her back peel off as she removed her back plating, the hasty patch up job her siblings had done held for as long as it could before it was rendered useless. She would need to clean the blood from her armor later.
"Molag, what happened?" Hermaeus questioned with a worried look, "I will tell you in a minute, Hermaeus, just let me finish and rewrap my back." She breathed out a sigh and finished stripping, all sense of modesty and self-worth had been stripped from her ages ago.
Her hair, which had been loosely tied in a bun was released, and Hermaeus did the same, her golden locks ending just below her butt. Molags was in a similar state, except it ended just before her knees. Shaking herself like a dog, she stretched before starting to use the rags she used as clothing to clean the blood off her armor.
Clavicus and Hermaeus repeated the action, coming to sit in a triangle, waiting for Molag to speak.
"We are not in our world, here apparently Batman and all that is real. It was he I encountered tonight. But that is for later to worry about, first we must figure out when we are." Clavicus looked worried before she soothed him, "Don't worry Vile, we'll be ok. Worst case scenario we end up meeting the Bats and quite possibly the League." She gave him a soft smile before turning to Hermaeus "You take first watch, we may be out of that hell hole but I would not put it past HIM to attempt to bring us back. If by any chance a hero swings by, just ignore and hope they go away."
Hermaeus nodded her understanding, "Now let's get some sleep."
While her siblings slept, Hermaeus sensed a presence coming towards them. Standing she unsheathed one of her glass blades, slipped on her helm, and stood to greet the intruder.
Thanks to her sisters warning she was not surprised to see one of the villains before her.
She waited for him to move.