I guess this is a little mini-series now, lol. Only because I have a lot of ideas for these two.
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"Father, this is a bad idea."
Celeste only smirked, showing off her Robin costume. It was similar to his, only it was more form fitting and had cut out the green entirely, leaving only red and black. "Is that envy I detect, brother?" she teased. She had been begging her father for months to become Robin. Why shouldn't she? Grayson had been elated about the idea and she was nearly on Damian's level. Besides, she couldn't just sit back and do nothing whilst her father and brother risked their lives every night. Fighting was in her blood.
Damian crossed her arms. "Tt," he scoffed. "Hardly. I am merely speculating that you are inexperienced in dealing with Gotham."
"So you are concerned for me?"
Damian rolled his eyes, covering them with his mask. "Do not flatter yourself. I am concerned for how your poor performance will affect Gotham and myself as your predecessor." Of course he was concerned for her. Though she was a very skilled fighter, she was still a rookie. Was she prepared for the danger that plagued Gotham City?
Celeste glared at him. "Alazonikó kólo," she commented.
Bruce gave her a look. "Celeste..." he scolded.
Celeste smiled sweetly at him. "Yes, Father?" she asked innocently.
Bruce sighed. "Never mind." He could never stay angry with her, she had the same piercing blue eyes as Diana. "Suit up you two, time to go."
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Nightcrawler, how are things looking on your end? asked Batman. It was their fifth patrol with Celeste as Robin and so far she was doing well.
"It's quiet," answered Nightcrawler. "You?"
Dealing with a drug operation. Robin? There was no answer. Robin, answer.
Nightcralwer sighed in relief when her voice was heard. Dealing with a gang, Robin answered. I should be- There was a pause before a clang and a terrible cracking sound could be heard.
"Robin?" Nightcrawler demanded frantically. "Robin, come in." Static. "I am going to assist her." Without waiting for a response, he started to make his way towards the east side of the city where Robin was patrolling, praying that she was alright. He knew it was a bad idea to send her alone.
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When he got to Robin's location, Nightcrawler was immediately angered by the scene he witness; Robin was slumped on the ground with about five goons standing over her, one of which held a crowbar in his hands. He noticed a small opening on her neck, leaving him to assume they injected something into her which was why she wasn't moving.
Nightcrawler, in a few quick moves, had rendered four of them unconscious and pinned the one with the crowbar up against the wall. "What have you done to her?" he hissed. "You have ten seconds to answer me before I rip your eyes out of their sockets." And he would do it, too.
The thug whimpered pathetically. "A-a new serum o-our boss made," he stuttered. "S-said to use it on the n-new Robin a-and take her back w-with us."
"Who's your boss?" Nightcrawler demanded.
"I don't know! He contacts us. He calls himself Sedah."
Nightcrawler held his sword to the man's neck. "That all?"
"H-he's been taking an interest in you Bats for months. That's all I know, honest!"
The blade of the sword touched his neck. "I'm losing my patience."
"Nightcrawler." Nightcrawler turned to see Batman holding the unconscious Robin in his arms. "Let him go. Now."
Nightcrawler looked outraged. "Look at her!" he shouted, gesturing to Robin. "How are you so calm?!"
"You losing your temper won't help her get better," Batman growled. "Now come on, we have to tend to her."
Nightcrawler glared at him before jabbing his elbow to the thug's nose, breaking it. "I catch you again, a broken nose will be the least of your worries." With that, all three Bats were gone.
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Celeste opened her eyes and immediately noticed that she was in the Cave. She blinked, trying to remember how she got there. Then it came back to her, the goons, the serum. Her father and Damian must have saved her and brought her back. Great, now she was a liability. She tried to sit up only to immediately feel her head spin. A hand gently pushed her back down on her back.
"Rest," a voice ordered gently. She turned to see Damian standing there.
"What happened?" Celeste asked.
"You were injected by a serum," a deep voice revealed. Her eyes caught her father standing on her other side. "A serum made specifically for you to get past your strong immune system."
Celeste raised an eyebrow. "Really? That does not seem like something a few low-lives would come up with."
"They didn't," Bruce told her. "Someone hired them. Someone by the name of Sedah."
"Sedah?" whispered Celeste. Why was that so familiar? Then it hit her. "Oh Hera..."
"What is it?" asked Damian.
Celeste clung to her brother. "Don't let him take me back!" she pleaded. "Please, I can't go back!"
"Celeste, who are you talking about?"
Celeste pulled away, her blue eyes filling with tears. "Hades."
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She refused to eat or come out of her room. She seemed so afraid that he grandfather would get his hands on her again. Bruce had pulled her from patrol, the fear that he would lose his daughter once more weighed on his heart. He refused to let it happen again. Damian was worried as well. He had heard her cries in the middle of the night, he knew of the horrors she faced in Tartarus. He'd be damned if he let her go back.
But was she was doing to herself wasn't healthy. He couldn't allow this to continue. Damian opened the door to her room, not even bothering to knock. "Celeste?"
"Go away," Celeste snapped.
Damian crossed his arms. "We need to talk."
"There is nothing to converse about."
Damian sat next to her. "What did he do to you? Your grandfather."
"That is none of your concern," Celeste said sharply.
Damian crossed his arms. "You are a Wayne, my sister. You may be a brat, but no one is to harm my family and get away with it."
Celeste inhaled deeply. "I endured many things under my grandfather's 'care,'" she revealed. "I was made to be the perfect soldier, his weapon. He was to use me to conquer Olympus." She looked at her brother. "But things are different here. I am cared for, I can feel it." She smiled. "Even you seem to have a bit of affection for me."
Damian put an arm around her, something that was becoming more natural. "I know how you feel," he said sympathetically, his voice unusually gentle. "But do not worry, I will protect you from him. He will never touch you again."
Celeste leaned into his chest, not uttering a word. Damian, though she hated to admit it, was amazing, as was her father. But what could the two of them do against a god?
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Alazonikó kólo=Arrogant ass (Greek)
Short, I know. But hey, it works. Anyway, who caught the small reference I used with "Sedah?" Anyone who guessed will be given a cookie. (::)(::)