Euphoria
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Deep Impact
Disclaimer:Don't own anything 'cept the idea. And the angry gentleman Ashbury.
Note: Mizuki Ai suggested the idea of this being a Rob/Rae/Red x and I think that would be fantabulous. Nice sexual tension. So just wanna see what you guys think. And if no one says anything I'm acting on my own. Which will be agreeing with Mizuki Ai. :D
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"Does she love you?"
"Wh-what? Of course!"
"No, no. My question is does she really love you. Does she whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Does she hug you out of spite or does she hug you because you need it?"
"What does thi-"
"Do you see her every single morning when you wake up curled up next to you smiling brightly just for you, or do you see her on her way out telling you how great of a fuck that wa-"
"Shut up!" His hands were now clenching the iron bars secluding him in this god forsaken cage. Never minding how cold they must've felt he was warmed up with the boiling rage he had for the woman sitting across from him. God, if those bars weren't so secure and that guard hadn't been there he would've cut her up. It would've been worth at least twelve more years. Still panting he sneered under her icy glare.
"Do not interrupt me Mr. Ashbury," Miss Raven Roth set her trademark glare to something even more frigid. Never flinching at the threatening promise in the action the man behind the bars had done she continued in a strict yet calm tone. "I asked you a simple question, does she love you or not?"
"Bullshit! You were provoking me and I already said yes!"
"You sounded quite unsure to me, and let me remind you it's not my fault your temper got the best of you."
The one directed as Ashbury let out a loud growl and turned around to slam a fist on the wall behind him. A loud bang erupted setting the current guard on duty to an alert mode. After a few seconds Ashbury spoke up again sounding as irritated as ever and turned around to make sure his amber eyes could lock with his opponent's violet ones. "Well that's what your supposed to be here for right? Aren't you one of those fucking shrinks who helps me with my problems?! Or are you just a useless bitch that's supposed to dig out everything I know!"
In one hasty move before even the guard or the convicted criminal could expect it Raven was at the cell clenching the bars in the same manner Mr. Ashbury had done before yet with a more cultured grace. Ashbury even shrank back at the look in the woman's steel violet eyes making him feel numb by the second. In pure bitterness and unbridled disgust she made sure he was ready to hang on every word that came out of her mouth.
"Do not impose I am here for you and only you. Or that I'm here to help every time you have your childish tantrums." She paused to make sure everything sank in. A menacing silence flew in the air. She spoke again never laying her eyes off his. "I am here for my benefit and this case's benefit. Not yours. So I suggest you shut your mouth and respond when needed. And if you arise this temper of yours just to push my buttons then I guess I'm going to have to tell you yours is nothing compared to mine..."
Raven finally let go of the iron bars and with one last steely and dire glare went back to the chair she was occupying and grabbed the ballpoint pen and the black binder left on it.
It took some minutes for Mr. Ashbury's mind to slowly comprehend what he heard and to say he was angry was an understatement. Inhibited with rage he screamed loudly cursing and shaking the bars in front of him. " YOU LITTLE BITCH! You think you mother-fucking scare me!? Talkin' about fucking benefits! Come back here so I can fuck you up, it'd be a benefit for me! Don't ever fuck with me, I can have you crying, naked, and dead before you can get outta this freakin' hell hole! DO YOU HEAR ME!!?" He desperately tried to grab Raven through the iron bars
The guard on the side ran up to the cell to control the outraged man. Opening the cell door he lunged on Ashbury trying to restrain him the best he could. Ashbury screamed in blind rage, "DON'T TOUCH ME ASSHOLE! AAGH! GET YOUR HANDS-"
Ruthless banging was heard and even more distasteful language erupted with loud yells in the mix as more guards came to the scene trying to restrain wild Mr. Ashbury.
Such harsh words, such harsh glances. But did she care? No. A waste of breathe. A waste of life. A definite waste of space. Another bastard who talked big and did little. But she fully understood why.
Silently before she exited the view of Mr. Ashbury she spoke again. To provoke him further or just to clarify things no one knew.
"I'd like to remind you Mr. Ashbury I have your whole petty existence hanging in my hands With a flick of my wrists it could all disappear in the hell you've created. Better to cooperate, don't you think so?" A loud roar erupted and a ceaseless thuds occurred.
Raven Roth, a true mastermind exited ignoring the echoing sounds and abusive dialogue behind her and focused on the dim hallway she was walking through. Tucked under her arm was the binder that would lead her next to the next job she had. And she expected everything to be the same as it always had with other patients.
An almost unreadable frown appeared on her cunning face as she stopped in front of the door that was marked "CHIEF OF POLICE: SLADE WILSON" in blunt gold capital letters.
Her appearance seemed to say she was calm and in a neutral posture. Like she always was. But in the inside she was shivering and in a morbid position with herself. This was all due to the man she knew would be sitting inside and the only thing that could protect her from him was the mahogany door blocking her from his shrewd view.
She didn't fully know why she disliked the man so many adored. Perhaps it wasn't because everyone sometimes had the tendency to detest their boss. Perhaps it was deeper, more personal.
Slade Wilson and his politics. Slade Wilson and his system. Slade Wilson and his buoyant grin.
It just rubbed her the wrong way.
Sighing, she raised her free arm to knock the door.'Just get this over with Raven..he'll be happy to know that Ashbury will be singing like a canary by the time he gets over there' she thought trying to reassure herself.
The smooth voice that belonged to Slade Wilson replied to the knock saying. "Come in."
Raven turned the knob and stepped into the even dimmer office which was occupied by Slade Wilson. He was sitting at his large desk currently signing a yellow sheet of paper. He didn't even acknowledge her presence. Someone else was there to and turned around to fully face her.
"Hi, Raven." Roy Harper belonging to the Internal Affairs department joyfully greeted his coworker and long time acquaintance giving her a wink with his teal eyes and a sly smile. "Done ripping Ashbury apart already?"
"Hmmp, I don't tend to think of it that way but yes, I guess I did." She said in her same calm voice but gave him the smallest smile imaginable. Raven then turned towards Slade. He was now looking up from signing and his arm was extended with the yellow paper beckoning Roy.
Slade stopped to look at her the corner of his mouth twitching upwards and then turned around to face Roy Harper, "I signed the consent form, Garth and you can raid the warehouse tonight."
"Thank you Mr. Wilson," He replied and then in a playful tone turned to Raven and said, "Cya doc," Roy walked out of the office leaving her alone to face Slade Wilson.
In the momentary silence Slade had gotten up from his padded office chair a slow creak erupting from the loss of weight. He walked gracefully over around his large desk, eyeing her up in the process like a vulture ready to lash out any minute. Grinning maliciously he offered her a seat which Raven politely declined.
It seemed like forever with her pointed gaze and his amused one. The air was thick with undefined tension like all their visits were. Finally leaning on his desk Wilson spoke up, his suave voice trying to get under her skin. She didn't give in.
"So, Raven," He stretched out her name as if tasting it, "I hear you're done with Ashbury... I imagine he is to the point of tears."
She grimaced (inside of course) at his loose usage of addressing her. She answered anyway, confidently, "Not to the point of tears but he's full of rage anyhow Mr. Wilson."
Raising an eyebrow he questioned,"Really? And will that help this case?"
"I hear it's just as good." She answered without missing a beat. Better to keep it short and sweet.
Slade chuckled at her answer. Shaking his head but still grinning he continued. "But, dear Raven how is Ashbury's rage going to find us Rancid?"
She wanted to pound the life out of him. He knew fully well how it was going to help. There was no need to inquire something so obvious. One thing Raven did hate was people who beat around the bush like this. Slade knew this to. Again another reason she loathed his attitude.
Narrowing her eyes she stated the obvious. "Well, blinding rage can sometimes make you unconsciously slip important and confidential things. Provoking him may lead to snippets of more information to where Rancid's next hit could be. And..."she stopped.
He rested his head in one hand coiled into a fist. In a seemingly singsong voice he repeated the last part tauntingly. "Aaand...?"
Sighing Raven continued. She knew telling him this was going to really benefit him. One thing Slade loved, almost as much as she loved was toying with a criminal's emotions. His personal favorite; love.
"And, sir. Rancid's supposed girlfriend, Kitten Moth, is actually Ashbury's girlfriend. He's infatuated with her and he thinks she is to. If we want him on our side I'd suggest showing him that video."
Just like she expected Slade's grin turned wider, more maniacal. He slurred, "I think the guards would enjoy that..." Before she could put any input in, he lifted his head off his hand and did a full body stretch laughing all the while. It was frigid as ever. Finally he stood up straight and looked straight into her violet irises. Wilson clapped. Slow and patiently.
"Brava, Raven, brava. Miss Roth do you realize how fast we'll be able to exterminate the filthy bugs working the underground? Do you fully realize this? Or that this is all because of you?!"
Scoffing rudely and ignoring the last part Raven replied in her monotone, "We might've been able to exterminate the underground but there are a few rats," She paused and boldly eyed him up before continuing, "still lurking on the surface..."
Slade Wilson was still grinning. His dead azure eyes never leaving hers. Didn't seem like he minded what she was implying.
"Now, Mr Wilson if you'll excuse me I must visit a new patient of mines." She took out her binder from under arm and opened it to get a file marked 'CONFIDENTIAL' which she gave to Wilson carefully avoiding any skin contact. "Here's the file for Ashbury, the registry is on the bottom."
He nodded and then chuckled again, "Ahh..a new victim. My apologies to the unlucky fellow. Oh and Raven," She paused on her venture of opening the door when she heard her name. "Tell daddy I said hi.."
The tension thickened.
Raven turned her head partially so one violet eye could look into his.
"Tell him yourself." With those chilling words she left Slade Wilson's office leaving a satisfying thud on her way out.
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Jump City Asylum
Observation Cell 32
It was a real pity knowing that the oaf wouldn't be able to talk to him.
Logan was probably the most naive out of all the detectives he had encountered. Sure he never talked to him directly or really encountered an idiotic act on his behalf (besides the microphone mishap) but the one thing Cillian could take pride in was knowing what kind of person someone was at first glance.
And no, it was far, far from race and appearances.
There weren't any mutant abilities, and he wasn't a some ecstatic sorcerer either.
Sighing Cillian smoothed back the light amber bang obstructing the view of his shiny sea green eyes. It would've been fun tearing the oaf from the inside out with or without magic or mutant powers.
But alas, he was human. Flesh protected the arteries inside him. Veins passing cold garnet blood back and forth. And a heart that could never drag him down rested on his right.
Just a thief.
'And always will be...good luck to ya doc.'
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A/N
The fraternization is going to start and fill up the next chapter cuz I know that's the main thing people wanna see..am I right?
So really, be brutally honest Was Raven like the intelligent, strong, independent, cold yet understanding, mastermind I imagined her to be?
Or was she just a bitch with no depth.
Sorry if the cursing wasn't good. I have to work on that. And sorry if it was way too much. I flinched every time I typed in such abusive language. But hey, gotta keep the story flowing.
One more question, Kitten have a boyfriend? Cuz I might need to change Ashbury's name then..
Byes :D
