A Robin's Broken Wings: Rise of the X
Chapter One: Broken
I will avenge my father. I will take down this city. I will destroy the Teen Titans.
A tall, sleek young man stood tall and proud on top of one of the highest buildings in Jump City. He looked around the area carefully. Not much to see. But off in the distance he spotted what he was looking for. The big, lit up T that marked the home of the Teen Titans.
The young man's name was Jericho, and he was the son of one of the Teen Titans' greatest enemies ever: Slade. He was trained in combat and martial arts just as well as his father. He had learned all his father had, and more, though he was only eighteen. He was a trained assassin, brought up learning 'Fight to kill'. He would take no mercy on the Titans, or anyone who tried to step in his way. These people had killed his father. They deserved to suffer. He would use every bit of training in him to take down the Teen Titans.
Jericho was smart too. He had done his research, learned their weaknesses. So he knew that the first step was to take down the leader.
He was going to break the Robin's wings.
The next night Robin found himself one on one in combat with Jericho himself. The other Titans were unaware that Robin had even gone out at all. He had snuck out. He had wanted to be alone.
Now, as Jericho pounced from the shadows at him, he wished he weren't so alone. But he knew he could handle it. He always had before.
Jericho leapt at Robin, tackling him to the ground. Robin shoved him off, leaping up and steadying himself, ready in case of another attack.
"You,"the other boy, only about eighteen or so, growled viciously. Robin stared at him intently.
"Who are you?"he asked.
"You killed my father. And now you'll pay."The other boy swung a punch at Robin. Robin ducked, though he didn't see the boot come swinging out at him from below, knocking him off his feet. Robin fell face first to the ground. He quickly rolled out of the way of another kick, leaping up again and grabbing his stick from his utility belt. The other boy had also pulled out a large stick. He swung at Robin, who stopped the blow with his own stick. Robin ducked quickly, the sprung back up, smashing his stick into the back of the other boy's head. The boy hardly flinched, grabbing his own stick and swatting Robin fiercely. Robin went flying into the opposite wall, bashing his head. Blood trickle down pass his eyebrow, but he ignored it, turning back to the stranger with whom he was fighting.
"Who was your father?"Robin asked. The boy shot another punch at Robin's jaw, but Robin blocked it, quickly stepping away.
"Your greatest nemesis ever,"the boy replied. And this time he did nail Robin in the jaw. Hard. Robin stumbled back a little, though he didn't lose his footing. He braced himself, then leapt into the air, using some of his old acrobatic skills. But the other boy caught him in mid-air, sending him crashing back down to the ground. Luckily Robin landed on his back, which was much less painful than if he had landed on his stomach. The other boy socked Robin right in the nose as hard as he could. More blood gushed from Robin's nose.
Robin rubbed his nose, and jumped back up as quickly as possible. The other boy swung his stick at Robin's head. Robin ducked just in time, and used his own stick to swat at the boy. But hr snatched up Robin's stick, tossing it aside. He pinned Robin up against the wall so that his feet were dangling helplessly.
"My name is Jericho. You killed my father Slade. And now I've come to avenge him. You will suffer."Robin jammed his knee right into Jericho's stomach. Jericho doubled over, gasping for air. Robin quickly grabbed his stick again, and charged at Jericho.
"Your father was a bad man, Jericho. I don't want to hurt you, but if you make it necessary..."he growled, standing over Jericho. Jericho suddenly reeled around, snatching Robin's ankle and making him come tumbling to the cement.
"Go on, little birdie. Try and hurt me,"he challenged. Robin was about to jump back up, but Jericho pinned him down with his foot. He punched him right in the side of the head. Robin reached up, trying to swing at Jericho, but Jericho caught his arm. There was a horrible crack and Robin cried out in pain as he felt the bones in his arm snap. Jericho punched Robin again, even harder this time. Robin started feeling dizzy. He could feel the blood all over his face, and hear the ringing in his ears...
Robin tried once more to hit Jericho. This time he succeeded. Jericho fell off of Robin...but Robin found it hard to get up. He sat up slowly, trying to focus enough to get to his feet. He could run, go get help...no, he could call the others. Before he could get his thoughts straight, Jericho had lifted him up high over his head. He tossed Robin hard into the wall. Robin moaned as he felt his leg snap upon hitting thebrick. Jericho marched over, grabbing Robin and dragging him across the street. He punched him again, harder than ever. Robin was fighting to stay conscious. Come on, get your communicator. Call Cyborg. Don't pass out...But Jericho had grabbed the stick again, and smashed it into Robin's back painfully. He dropped Robin to the ground, and Robin thought he might be done. But no. Jericho kicked him int the ribs with his large boot. He hit him again with the big metal stick, right in the back. He rolled Robin over, crushing down hard on his ribs and chest. Robin could barely even moan. He almost couldn't breath. The wind wouldn't come out of him as his lungs were being pounded furiously. All he could do was gasp and moan as Jericho beat him senseless. Jericho raised Robin up again, this time bringing him crashing right down on a fire hydrant. There was a horrible cracking noise and Robin felt a pain surge through him like he had never felt before. He slumped to the ground, unable to move at all. He couldn't move, couldn't moan, couldn't breath...everything was going dark...the last thing he heard were Jericho's solemn words: "I've broken the robin's wings. You will never fly again."And then Robin's entire world was engulfed by darkness.