Rating change for violence and cursing. Its M now and it will stay that way.
Now I am unbreakable, it's unmistakable- Fireflight.
Chapter 4
She glared up at the man, the monster, standing above her. Her eyes flickering between being two purple and 4 red eyes.
"Not gonna lose control again now are we," he said swinging a knife between his fingers. "Isn't that right pretty birdie."
She had once again lost control to her demonic side. It had happened a few times now and every time it had the same outcome. She was in anger and in fear, her mind had been vulnerable again and so her other tormenter, her heritage, sought to escape the tortuous situation they were in. Still, even with her demonic heritage unleashed, the joker was ready. One burst of electricity through her small body was the best way to calm her down.
He treated her as if she was a rabid animal and he had a tranquilizer. She hated it
The worst part is that in her demonic state her body healed, giving the madman a whole new canvas to work on.
It was either stay without power or become the monster she tried not to be and even that didn't help her. So she had to keep in control. Hold on to the fraying thread.
He brought the knife down her cheek causing her to wince. She could feel the blood drip down. He dragged it down all the way to the edge of what remained of her clothing.
He had tortured her, he had raped her mentally and physically, and he had mutilated her with his knives. She just wanted to finally be free. She was tired but she still had hope. She knew someone would save her and she would hold on.
She winced as the knife etched something into her skin, a ragged J right above her breasts.
"I'll kill you when I am free," she said suddenly.
"Ohohoho," the Joker laughed. "Someone's got some spunk back in her. I like it. More to break."
With that, he took the knife and stabbed her leg with tremendous force.
She grunted in pain and almost vomited had she had any food in her system. Still, she didn't scream. She wouldn't give him that pleasure. Never again. No matter what he did.
"Not screaming anymore," he said with an exaggerated pout. "I was looking forward to that and so where our viewers. But don't worry my loyal viewers, I will get a pretty little scream out of her."
She knew what was coming next but she held her chin up high and focused her eyes. Now 4 red slits of fury.
She didn't scream.
...
Batman had managed to block all transmissions from the Joker. Now only he saw the videos. Still, he had not managed to track them down. Raven was still in the madman's hands and Dick was losing faith. Something Batman hated seeing. Whats worse was his own sons current animosity towards him.
He had been working on the case for days not and yet he continued to get nowhere and the more time she stayed captive the less of a chance they would save her. Batman couldn't let that happen. Not again. He couldn't let another child be killed. He couldn't let them hurt his son with this.
He had to find her but he was failing.
...
Nightwing punched the crook in the face and slammed his fat body into the nearest wall. The man slammed against the wall with a loud thump, his head bouncing.
"I swear to all that is holy," Nightwing said as he knocked the man against the wall once more. "If I find out that you had any information you are hiding from us I will personally ..."
His angry rant was stopped by the calming hand of Starfire.
"Nightwing," she said soothingly. "We must go, they do not know the Jokers whereabouts."
Nightwing nodded in defeat but let the crook go.
Another day and another failure.
...
Two men were atop the roof a tall skyscraper. The stars shining above them, the light of the moon reflecting off the barrel of the gun. Neither man moving. Just sizing each other up.
"It was not what I had intended," Deathstroke said to the man holding the gun aimed at his face. "I have also been searching for the madman but I have failed to get anywhere."
"You were stupid to ever put any trust in him," the man told him.
Deathstroke nodded knowing he truly had fucked up. He hadn't truly trusted the joker to keep his word, he wasn't stupid, but he had not expected this to occur. He truly hadn't and now he was searching for the clown for je too wanted to put a stop to this. He had been contacted by the man with the gun under the guise of having information on the Joker. How he knew he was looking for the joker was beyond him. He always thought the Red Robin was the detective, not him. Its what Ra's had always said, but perhaps it was the situation the girl was in that was motivating him.
And motivation was a strong factor in success. The man wanted to see the Joker taken down but more importantly, he wanted to see the girl safe.
Before it was too late.
"Find a way to contact the Joker," the man told him. "Or I will put a bullet in your brain and trust me if I don't do it now I will find a way later. You won't see it coming."
"As I have already explained," Deathstroke replied. "I have been unable to find him. This is not what the Joker and I agreed on. I did not like seeing what he did to the girl but try as I might he is undetectable."
"Find. A. Fucking, Way."
The man clicked the gun and Deathstroke nodded.
"Find it fast."
"I intend to," Deathstroke said as he began to turn to make his exit. "I thought you all were against guns."
"I am not," the man said. "That was in the past. I am a new person."
"Of course you are," Deathstroke replied.
"Find him," the man with the Red-X said. "Fast."
...
Damian still sat in his current prison. They told him it was for his own good. All it did was make him angry. Furious really.
The walls were white and there was a plate of food next to him. The floor was tiled, 150 tiles to be exact. The comforter was made of Egyptian linen. All the things he had noticed as he sat in the room.
He currently hated everyone. He hated his team for locking him up, he hated Nightwing for making the mistake in the first place, he hated his father for being his father, he hated that he wasn't out there finding her but mostly he hated the Joker. He wanted to find Raven and get her to safety, he wanted to ensure she would never be hurt again. After she was safe and with him he wanted to find the Joker.
He wanted to find the joker and kill him. Batman and his morals are damned.
When this was over and Raven was safely by his side he would ensure that the Joker would die.
He would kill him himself.
...
Red-X sat looking at the red mask. It was different from his current one, very different, and as he sat there looking at the mask in his hands he wondered if he could continue being Red-X. When he was finally ready to come back to civilization the first place he had gone to was Gotham where he was someone else. Someone that wasn't Red-X. He was darker sure but he had total control of Gotham's black market and underworld. No crook, gang member or wannabe mafia boss could get passed him. He even caught the eye of Batman a couple of times but then he got bored. He needed a new scene. He kept his eye on Gotham that was for sure but he needed something new. Something that wasn't Gotham City. So he had moved to jump and he knew right away that he couldn't be what he was in Gotham. He had to be something different so he stole the suit and became Red-X. He became petty thief really and all he did was mess with the Titans. He did manage to take control of the underworld of Jump but it was tame compared to Gotham. Still, for some reason, he felt good as Red-X. It was fun and it was appropriate for Jump. He could let Batman and the Red Robin handle Gotham. If Gotham really needed him he would come back but Tim was smarter than Bruce. Tim handled Gotham pretty well while Bruce flew to space to play with the Justice League.
Jump City had been his home for almost two years now. He even saw the Titans go from one team to a remodel which was interesting to say the least. It was calm here. Too calm sometimes. It made him forget this purpose. It made him forget the reason he was here. But then the Joker reared his ugly little head.
The Joker returning brought back all the ugly feelings and those painful memories. Seeing Raven, little miss sunshine as he called her, go through that made the feelings and memories even stronger. It also made him despise Bruce more.
How he could have let this happen was beyond him. He really thought after...but no he hadn't. Not even for him.
That was the problem with heroes like Batman. They were great at saving people in the short term but they always seemed to have their stupid morals. Morals so stupid that they always led to the villains being able to live another day. Surviving to hurt again people again.
It was bullshit and he wasn't going to stand for it anymore. He would do better than the heroes before him. He would do better than Batman
For who could truly stop a villain but their villainous boss.
He was no hero, not anymore. He stopped being a hero the day that he died.
Jason took off the skull mask. It was time to get back into the business and put an end to the Joker. He looked at the shiny red mask. The face of the Red-Hood.
Then Jason put the skull mask back on.
He needed to save Raven first and he wasn't going to scare her with the Red-Hood. She needed someone familiar. It's what he had wished he had when he crawled out of the Lazarus Pit.
Formulating a plan he began to take action. It was time to go free the pretty bird.
...
"I have managed to find their location," Deathstroke told him. "I have sent you the coordinates."
"Good," Red-X replied. "You will distract him while I save Raven."
"Why is that you think you are the boss of me?" Deathstroke asked with amusement.
Red-X glared at him.
"Because of you a 15-year-old girl was taken by a madman," Red-X stated with a growl in his voice. "Because you were stupid enough to enlist the Joker in your petty plans of revenge, that girl is being tortured and raped!"
Deathstroke stayed quiet for a moment and Red-X knew he felt some remorse. Well, as much remorse as he Slade Wilson could feel.
"Yes," Deathstroke replied. "Perhaps you are correct. Do you wish for me to kill the clown?"
"No," Red-X said to him. "That honor belongs to me or to her. Joker may be Batman's villain but he's not his kill."
"Of course," Deathstroke replied. "But know this. I only allow you to boss me around like a lackey because I have a daughter of similar age if not slightly older. The idea of anyone hurting her the way the demon is being hurt, it brings fury to my veins. The thought of any woman or girl having that happen to her brings out a fury in me. I feel responsible for what has happened to the demon child and I will help you free her but understand that once we save the girl I will return back to being yours and the Titans enemy."
"Wouldn't have it any other way," Red-X said with a nod.
The two men ended their transmission and started on the rescue plan.
...
Deathstroke had managed to track down the Joker to an old abandoned apartment building in the next city over. He now stood in the dingy looking room. The paint on the walls was chipping and the floor had holes in it. He wasn't really surprised. This was a good hiding place for him. But enough was enough.
"Stroke Strokey Stroke," the Joker said standing in the middle of the room. "Looks like you found me."
Deathstroke stood in a menacing stance his blade pointed at the Jokers throat.
"This was not what we agreed on you sick fuck," he seethed.
He was not lying when he had told Red-X about his daughter and the fury and remorse he felt for getting the demon girl into the situation she was in. He never intended for it to become what it had. The videos he had seen made him sick and the moment the Joker took things too far ,Slade had begun his search for the crazed clown.
"Really now," the Joker said with his sickening grin. " You asked for me to hurt the little Batsy boy."
"Correct me if I am wrong," Deathstroke said pushing the blade into the man's white skin. "But it's not Robin in your grasp now is it."
He drew blood with the pressure of the blade but the Joker continued to grin.
"The bird boy has a little crush on the bird girl doesn't he," the Joker said. "Hurting her hurts him. I'm just doing what was asked of me."
"By raping her?" Deathstroke seethed. "That's low even for you, clown."
"Its all for the show Deathstroke," he said his grin widening. "Of course I had some fun too."
"This ends now," Deathstroke said. "Give me the girl."
"If you wanted your turn with the bird you should have taken her first," the Joker laughed. "Sorry but no can do buck-a-roo. The little birds' mine. I'm pretty sure I'm close to fully breaking her and Once she's broken enough I think I'll find a way to make her my next little hench girl. My next Harley if you will. I think she'll make a good one."
With that, the Joker pressed a button on his lapel pin and a gas seeped from the ceiling.
If Deathstroke hadn't been prepared he would have high tailed it out but luckily Red-X had warned him.
"Not gonna work clown," he said unaffected by the Joker venom.
"Oh well," the Joker said with a toothy grin. "Still won't tell you where the girl is."
Deathstroke was going to retort but then his communicator pinged.
She was safe now.
" You don't have to tell me," Deathstroke said lowering his blade.
The Joker, sensing something was amiss, lost the girl and then had a scowl.
He immediately went to his surveillance cameras that were off to the side of the room.
Deathstroke saw the man twitch in anger. She was gone.
The joker turned around to face him. He had the smile on his face but Deathstroke could see the anger underneath.
"Oh well," he said. " My little bird has been stolen but fret not Strokey, I will get her back."
Deathstroke backed up, preparing to make his own escape.
"You go ahead and try that," he told the madman. "I assure you, it will not end well for you."
With that, he unleashed a smoke bomb and escaped as he watched the joker disappear in the plumes of smoke.
Deathstroke knew it wasn't over for either the demon child nor for Red-X but it was over for him. Deathstroke would let them handle this battle. He did what he had to do to ease his conscious.
His revenge on Damian would have to wait.
For now.
...
Red-X hated what he saw. It sickened him actually. Luckily he was here to put an end to it.
She was unconscious it seemed. Her arms were tied to opposite walls, her body being stretched in a painful way. Her clothes were tattered to the point where he could hardly call them clothes. It had been a hellish few weeks for the girl and he was amazed she was still alive.
He carefully walked to her, not wanting to startle her although he knew it was inevitable. He would have to rouse her from her current state to be able to get her safely out.
Once he reached her he gently rubbed his ungloved hand on her cheek. He tried to be as soothing as possible. Gentle little motions to carefully awaken her. She was still startled awake, however. She opened her eyes and her head snapped up. There was fear but also a sense of resilience in her pretty purple eyes. Her breathing was rapid and she was obviously confused by being so gently aroused from her unconsciousness.
"It's okay," Red-X said soothingly, the voice modulator off. "It's okay. I swear to you that I am here to save you but you have to be quiet."
She looked around the room in confusion but he saw he become less confused as she began to come to her senses. He began to cut at the ropes binding her.
"Red-X?" she said with confusion.
"You can call me Jason, sunshine," he said as finished with one rope.
Her arm fell and she lost her balance but he caught her.
"Todd?" she said questioningly.
Jason felt a bit of shock. So she knew about him.
"Yeah," he said. "How'd you know?"
He finished the other chain rope and picked the girl up in his arms bridal style. Her arms immediately wrapping around his neck. Whether for safety or for comfort he didn't know and he didn't care. She could bite him if it would make her feel better.
"Robins talked about you," she said her voice raspier than usual. "Batman suspected that you returned by the Lazarus Pit. He put it in your file. Robin keeps hacking him. He even suspected you where him. I told him he was crazy but I guess he was right."
"Hm," Jason said. "Must be the Bat blood in him but that doesn't matter. Let's get you out of here."
Jason carefully walked through the entrance he came through and through the path he marked for their escape. It was a long few minutes.
"Do you have water?" she asked suddenly. "I haven't had anything to eat or drink for the entire time I've been here."
Jason was slightly shocked. How was she even alive right now?
"I'm part demon," she said as if she could hear his thoughts. "I can take a lot more than a human. A lot. But I still have basic human needs. Water?"
"Not with me," he said apologetically. "But I'll have you out soon. If I had Xenothium I would have teleported us out but I don't. I'm sorry about that."
She nodded.
"That's okay," she said. "I'm just glad someone finally got here. I have never felt so relieved."
"You really are tough, you know that right."
She gave him a small smile.
Once they were out he got them into his getaway car. Luckily he had some water available just for her.
He gently placed her on the seat which he saw made her wince.
Anger washed through him and he wished he could have gone right back in to shoot the Joker dead. He so wished he could but it wasn't the time. He had to get her out and into a safe place.
He handed her the water which she quickly drank.
"As soon as we are in a safe place I'll get those stupid bracelets off."
She nodded.
"Where are we," she asked.
"About three hours away from Jump," he said as he started the car. "Don't worry I'll get you back to your tower."
With that, he took off the mask and began to drive away.
"Jason," she said weakly.
She looked like she was beginning to nod off into a real sleep.
"Yeah sunshine," he said reaching in the back for a blanket which he placed on top of her small body.
"Thank you," she said as she fell into a true sleep, finally away from her hell.
He looked at the girl as he drove. She was littered with small thumbprint bruises and big ugly bruises in all stages of healing. Her lips were chapped to the point of cracking and she had the scent of blood, sweat, and tears. She was very small. Smaller than most heroines he knew. She was pretty though and she was strong that much was obvious.
He would get revenge for her and for him. He would make sure of that
Two and a half more hours until she was finally home.
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End
Its 2 A.M. but I just had to write this.
Anyways what did you all think of the live action Titans trailer... It was...well...idk.
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