Glad to say I'm back in the writing game, however this fanfic is yet again for another phase obsession of mine. For those who like to read my works I apologize for the unorthodox jumping around, but besides that, I hope this story pleases!
Margery was completely lifeless… her arms and legs completely drained as her mind began to flicker back to life. She couldn't remember where she last was; her thoughts were too fogged to even think of where she currently was, strapped to a chair in a dimly lit place.
"You had quite the tumble Margery; I find it best you don't strain yourself."
The voice was sharp and precise, a collected, calculating tone behind it; somewhat aged and deep to be that of a man –and the very same voice she'd recognized instantly.
"F-Father?-
"Now don't play coy, girl. You know me, you just have to remember."
Remember…
It all came back, the kidnapping, the massive bunkers under Gotham, the escape attempt, the assassins, the girl with white hair named Rose whom she'd discovered was her half-sister, her own father whom she'd found out was a deadly criminal otherwise known as Deathstroke…
Her head shot up; revealing her black, blued, and bloodied face as she spoke in revelation.
"Father.." she stared blankly with eyes gazing the ground.
"Correct."
Her blank expression began to boil into one of rage; her cuffed hands balling into fists as she gritted her teeth.
"Incorrect, sperm donor. You do not know me! You did not know me for years!" She spat at him, her thick accent playing on her words making them sound more like a hiss. A scowl plagued his face as he slowly turned to face the girl; his ice blue eye narrowing underneath his mask as he slammed his hands down onto her cuffed wrists.
"Oh, Margery; you have your mother's innocence –but my wrath, her round face and wide smile, but my persistent fury, my bloodthirsty rage, my irrevocable need tear foes to shreds. I know everything about you, from your determination to be an honorable person, your constant self-loathing and your unbearable loneliness, to your violin practice schedule, the group home roommate you want to decapitate, your uneven sleep pattern, and your severe allergy to penicillin."
She stared at him with brown eyes wide as saucers as her jaw dropped open; her mind beginning to identify the large dim lit space they were in as a warehouse. Her mind was too pre-occupied on his statement to notice the many assassins lurking around them.
"B-but how-
"You see Margery, I've been watching you for quite some time, trying to find the best moment to jump into your life again and persuade you to follow me into mine; the same way Rose had years ago" He interrupted while taking a step back from the teen girl.
"You would have to kill me first." She spat out
"You seem unsure of yourself dear… or at least the constant nightmares you have tell me so. You know what you are Margery, it terrifies you as much as it terrified every family that tried to adopt you –and brought you back to your group home."
Her balled fists caught aflame as she growled deeply; her eyes darkening to a complete pitch black as the surge of strength that flowed through her snapped the metal handcuffs that held her hands and feet down to the chair. The smell of burnt metal lingered as she stepped closer to Slade; Slade playfully stepping back as a smirk crossed his masked face.
"There's my little monster." He growled
She whipped around turning her back towards him, the flame in both of her fists flickering on and off as she grabbed her forehead.
"No.. NO! THIS IS NOT ME!"
"An orphan with no friends or family to cling on to, and yet you stick to your moral code even though the promise of a better life is right in front of you. Foolish Girl, that mindset got your mother slain."
He pushed her over the edge, her fists emerging in large flame as she jumped back around; darkness over taking her as her flaming fist met his face knocking him back.
"PINCHE CABRON!" She exclaimed in her mother tongue
"SHE WAS THE BRAVEST WOMAN I EVER KNEW; AND THE STRONGEST PERSON I EVER SAW. HER ONLY MISTAKE WAS TRUSTING A PERSON AS LOW AS YOU! YOU ARE A COWARD! A DIRTY COWARD WHO TOOK ADVANTAGE OF HER AND LEFT BECAUSE YOU DID NOT HAVE THE FUCKING BALLS TO LOVE HER!-
The back of his hand struck her face with an echo.
It was then that their duel began; her foot meeting his face before his fist met her ribs; causing her to fall before he forcefully grabbed her and injected something into her neck.
She yelped at the action; trying to rise from her knees but stumbling from side to side as she tried to strike him yet again as her screams defaulted back to Spanish.
"VEN ACA! COME HERE SO I CAN KICK YOUR ASS, COWARD!"
Her flaming fists flew as she tried her best yet stumbled; determined to defeat him as he mocked her, slowly stepping back every time she was close to hitting him.
"Margery dearest, I've already won." He stated cockily
With a screeching sound the large warehouse windows above them suddenly shattered, two flashes flying through in the pitch black of night.
"Not if I have anything to say about it." Said a man in a bat costume as he jumped before them. The Bat's fists pounded onto Slade initiating a fight of their own.
Margery faintly stumbled back; angered by the fact someone else stole her prize.
"Maldito Murcielago! He was my fight!"
The moment she turned around she stumbled into the second flash from earlier; a young man who towered over her clad in red, green, and yellow.
"And now you're my fight." He said before throwing a punch she managed to duck under.
She popped back up, the injection from earlier over taking her as she swayed with dimming fists. Whatever she was injected with was affecting her entirely as she stepped towards him slowly; him backing up in refusal to fight her due to his realization of her condition.
The flames in her fists died as her eyes blinked from black to normal white while she continued to step towards the bat's sidekick. He kept stepping back until he bumped into the cement wall behind him; giving her the opportunity to step closer until she was pressed against him.
Oh yeah, she was drugged badly and he knew it.
Her face looked up at him slowly; her big brown eyes meeting his green ones as the sound of the two men's heavy fighting echoed in the background. His heart rate picked up, absolutely frozen and unaware of how to handle the situation, and even thinking about calling out for help before looking over to his father to see he was busy handing Slade's ass to him.
She grabbed him by his cape's collar, pulling him down and pressing her lips to his quickly before pulling away drugged out of her mind. And as the Bat continued to kick the shit out of the masked criminal before him, he couldn't help but glance over to his son to see; his eyes widening before Slade stole his attention.
"I want to be your friend -not your fight bird boy, but to be honest, I am too much of a monster for anyone to love me –especially a hero like you…" she said with an accent and eyes that stuck on his before her knees gave out; her eyes rolling back as she fell to the ground with a thud.
Quickly he knelt down to turn her onto her back; her face black and blued as blood poured from an open wound in her neck –Perhaps where she'd been drugged he thought.
"Bat! She's Injured we need to go, now!" He yelled to his partner as he carried the girl in his arms.
With one last punch, Slade flew back unconscious; giving Bruce the opportunity to run to his son and take the girl from him. After throwing her over his back they ran to the bat mobile parked outside of the warehouse; Bruce placing the unconscious girl in the backseat as Damian jumped into the passenger's seat -Bruce climbing into the driver's seat.
Quickly they sped down the roads of Gotham on their way to the manor, Bruce glancing over at his son every five seconds as an awkward silence grew.
"So do you want to talk about i-
"I don't want to talk about it." Damian said cutting him off as he pulled up his hood to hide his bright red face.