Just saw the season finale of Arrow S05 and I was like "what the literal fuck just happened!?" Like why? Why leave us in the cliffhanger? Grr.
Sorry about the delay. Next chapter of The Devil's Daughter is up. Enjoy!
Cue...Actually, since this is a crossover story, I have no idea which title music to put in so let's just get on with it.
Cisco takes the girl back to S.T.A.R. where she gets attended properly now that they managed to calm her down. She was given wipes to clean up the dirt and blood from her feet. They try to get her to change to a hospital gown since her clothes are dirty but she resists. Since she freaked out when Caitlin came near her with the needle, Caitlin decides to take hair and saliva sample instead. She resisted at first but when Caitlin shows that it wouldn't hurt by demonstrating, putting the cotton swab in her own mouth and plucking out a strand of her hair, the girl complies and opens her mouth to let Caitlin take the saliva sample. She then did a few X-rays on her even though the girl was reluctant on that part.
She's even given a sheet of paper and a pen to write her name but the only thing she does with it is draw.
"It's been hours now," Caitlin whispers to Cisco while he, she, Jesse and Barry are in another room, watching the girl drawing on the sheet of paper. "She won't give me a name, or a phone number to call a family member. She just keeps drawing."
"Maybe she doesn't have a family," Barry assumes. They all look at him blankly. The girl didn't seem to hear him as she's still drawing. "Or maybe she does but doesn't want them to find out she's here. Maybe she came from an abusive family. That's my theory though."
"Why won't she talk about it? We can help her," Caitlin says.
"If she has an abusive family, even I wouldn't want to talk about them," Wally says.
"Maybe she's autistic," Jesse guesses, "My dad and I did a few studies that people diagnosed with autism have difficult with speech and tend to have child-like behavior even at an adult age."
"How old do you think she is?" Barry asks.
"Between 19 or 20, according to the hair samples Caitlin took," Jesse continues guessing. She's not entirely sure. "There are different types of autism, high-functioning and low-functioning. She's mostly likely low-functioning -."
"She's not autistic," Cisco says immediately. They all look at him. "She's not. Guys, I can tell if she's autistic or not. For example, most people with either high or low-functioning autism avert eye contact and feel uncomfortable with physical contact. She hugged me the moment I brought her back and she was crying profusely, terrified to death. It's like she trusts me, like she already knew me."
"Well, you were the one who brought her here to S.T.A.R. Labs," Barry points out, "It's obvious she puts a lot of trust in you."
"I was also the one who hit her with my car, remember?" Cisco reminds him sourly.
"Hey, Cisco," Barry says, "You didn't see her. It wasn't your fault."
"Tell that to her," Cisco says while he continues to glance at the girl and what she's drawing. It looks like she's drawing a bird, a black bird.
"Well, the x-rays I took off her don't show any signs of injuries," Caitlin says while showing the black plastic paper where it shows the girl's bones to Barry, Cisco, Jesse and Wally. "There are no signs of dislocation of the hipbone nor there are signs of other broken bones and tissues. Aside from a few scrapes and bruises, she's completely fine."
Harry walks over to them and snatches the x-rays from Caitlin's hands. "Let me see," he frowns at the x-rays. Not a single broken bone in sight. He then looks at Cisco. "Are you sure you hit her with your car?"
"Yes," Cisco nearly snaps. He's completely nervous and frustrated about the whole situation. "Would you like to see the damages on the car? I was driving at the speed of 45. The hood is bent up and even a headlight broke. She was even lying in the middle of the road a few feet away after I hit her."
"45? Cisco, that speed was enough to kill her," Jesse says, "It's a surprise she's even still alive."
"Maybe healing is part of her metahuman abilities," Caitlin guesses. "And the levitation is part of her healing process."
"Could be," Barry says, "It's the most possible explanation but still doesn't explain why she caused a blackout in Central City."
"Well, healing takes up a lot energy," Jesse says, "Perhaps by trying to heal, she ended up absorbing the city's electrical energy."
"Like Farooq Gibran," Cisco says. The girl finishes drawing the black bird and flips the page over. "He was one of the metahumans Barry faced one. We called him Blackout. He used to absorb electricity and even absorbed the Flash's energy. He died though."
"Maybe she's like Farooq," Caitlin says.
"Last time I remember, Farooq didn't float," Barry objects.
To be honest, no one knows what to make of this one. It's easy to assume that she's electrokinetic like Farooq was but levitated from the bed a few hours ago. They all saw it with their eyes. And her eyes, they were completely black when she first looked at him.
Cisco turns his attention to the girl again. He sees her lifting up the sheet of paper and turning her gaze to him. She shows it what she wrote on the other side of the paper. CISCO.
"Hey," Cisco says, halting the argument and all turn their attention to him. "She just wrote my name. How does she know my name?"
"Maybe she heard us say it?" Caitlin says unsure.
Cisco looks at Caitlin. "Awhile ago, she was packing out of her mind. I don't think she was paying attention to our names. Probably still doesn't know Barry's name."
"Why don't you ask her yourself?" Barry suggests.
Cisco shakes his head. "I don't know if I can do that."
"Why not?"
"I hit her with my car, Barry," Cisco reminds him, "I don't know how to even look at her in the eye without feeling like shit."
"Dude," Wally says. "She doesn't even look mad. If it were me, I would have punched you, not hug you."
"Come on, Cisco. You can do this," Barry says, putting an assuring hand on his shoulder. Cisco shrugs it off, however."
"Fine" he sighs, before walking over to the medical wing where the girl is still sitting on the hospital bed with the drawing of the black bird in her hand, Cisco's name still written on the other side. Once Cisco is near, the girl smiles at him softly. "Hi, are you feeling okay?"
The girl nods her head.
"Listen, I just want you to know that I'm really sorry about what happened earlier," he apologizes once more, for like the 20th time, "I really didn't see you -."
The girl interrupts Cisco's apology by taking his hand in hers and shaking her head, assuring him that there are no hard feelings. After a minute or so, it gets a bit awkward and Cisco slowly retreats his hand from her hold.
"My name is Cisco Ramon but I'm guessing you already know that."
The girl doesn't say anything. She simply stares and purses her lips.
Cisco then points at his team. "These are my friends. Caitlin Snow. Wally West. Jesse Wells. Harry Wells. And Barry Allen. We'll probably introduce Iris and Joe West when they get here. And probably Kara as well."
"By the way, where is Kara?" Harry asks Barry in a whisper.
Barry shrugs. "I don't know. I tried calling but she won't pick up the phone. Probably asleep or something. What do you want me to tell her when she does answer?"
"...I honestly don't know," Harry says while he watches Cisco talking to the girl, "Tell her what we know so far. And tell that when she comes here, be careful she doesn't scare our patient here. We still have no idea what she's capable of. Not yet at least."
Barry nods in agreement.
Caitlin approaches both Cisco and the girl. "Do you mind if I check? Cisco tells me that you were limping the night before. It could be the possibility of dislocation yet you ran out of here just fine. Mind if I give a check?" she asks the girl.
The girl gives Cisco a worried look.
"It's okay," he says, "I'm right here if you need me."
She nods and lies back down on the bed, letting Caitlin check for any broken bones. She hisses when Caitlin starts pressing down her hand hard on the girl's hipbone and does the same with the other side. "Your hipbone seems perfectly fine. I can't find any signs of dislocation anywhere."
"Are you sure?" Cisco asks.
Caitlin nods. "I'm quite sure." She takes out a mini flashlight and hovers it over the girl's eyes to test her pupil dilation. The girl flinches and shuts her eyes, pushing the flashlight away in annoyance. "Pupils are normal."
"I don't think she likes that," Cisco says.
Caitlin checks the girl's heart rate with the stethoscope. Her heartrate seems normal so far which is good. A bit fast but it's because the girl's nervous and terrified which is normal. However, when Caitlin is about to take a blood sample from her (it's her second try), the girl instantly grabs her by the wrist tightly and her eyes turn black like the many times they have, much to Caitlin's surprise.
Cisco instantly panics. "Hey, whoa!"
The girl starts growling at Caitlin, her eyes turning black again. Caitlin's eyes widen in surprise. Cisco quickly runs to the girl's side and puts his hand on her shoulder. She turns to glare at him.
"Easy there," he says calmly, "Caitlin is trying to help you, okay?" The girl's glaring expression slowly fades. "Let her go."
And she does. She lets go of Caitlin. Caitlin quickly takes a step back in complete shock. This is the second time the girl reacted to a needle. She really doesn't like needles.
"Okay," Caitlin sighs, still in shock, "Well, now we know she definitely doesn't like needles." She turns to Cisco. "Can you come here for a second?"
Cisco nods and leaves the girl's side, walking over to Caitlin. "How am I going to get a sample from her if she won't let me near her with the needle?"
"Why not just take a saliva sample?" he asked.
"I did. But it's not enough," she says. "I need a blood sample from her. But I can't if she won't let me do my job."
Cisco sighs and runs a hand through his hair. "Let me talk to her."
He then walks over to the girl. "You need to calm down. Caitlin is not going to hurt you, okay? She's good. She just needs a bit of your blood. That's all," he says to her. The girl simply blinks at him. "It will only hurt a little."
She remains staring him. She looks at Caitlin for a few moment before looking back at Cisco and nods in agreement. She lets Caitlin take a sample of her blood. She hisses and hides her face in Cisco's shoulder as the needle pierces through her forearm. Afterwards, Caitlin takes out the needle and puts pressure on the puncture wound. She takes out a bandage and sticks it to the wound.
"You're good," she says, patting the girl on the shoulder. The girl looks up from Cisco's shoulder and brushes her hair from her face and wipes off a few tears from her eyes.
Cisco smiles at her. "You just earned yourself an ice cream," he says and the girl smiles at him. Cisco can see a glitter in her eyes, a small hint of light. She must be very happy at the idea of ice cream. Who doesn't like ice cream? Probably 2 percent of the population don't like ice cream or are probably lactose intolerant. But judging by the look in her eyes, she probably hasn't eaten ice cream for a long time.
"Um, I think we have some mint chocolate chip in the fridge," Cisco says awkwardly as he leaves the medical wing, trying to hide the blush heating up in his face. The girl's face becomes straight once more. "Don't worry. I'll be right back."
Cisco trots past Harry Wells as he enters the medical wing. The girl gives him an estranged look and her nose wrinkles up as he takes a chair and sits in front of her.
"I'm just sitting here," he says, "I know that you can attack me. You can attack anyone in the lab but you won't. Do you want to know why?"
The girl simply shrugs.
Harry continues talking. "Because you already know these people. You already know who Cisco is, who Barry is, who Caitlin is and you already know who I am. But every time you look at me, you seem to sense an unfamiliar vibe coming from me right? That's because I'm not the Harrison Wells from this world. The Harrison Wells you met was not even the real Harrison Wells. His real name was Eobard Thawne and was a bad man. And I'm guessing you already knew that by the way you're looking at me. Which brings me to the question is who exactly are you? You trust Cisco because you already know him as well as Caitlin and Barry. How do you know them yet they don't know you?"
The girl simply stares at him with a frown.
Harry chuckles at her reaction. "I know that you can't talk. But while I give you a bad vibe, you're giving me a bad vibe. And after everything that's happened recently, I think I have the right to doubt you. Prove to me that you're not the bad guy and I will prove to you that I'm not the bad guy either."
The girl remains staring at Harry for a long time before letting out a sigh. She looks around the medical wing until she spots a napkin and a red ballpoint pen. She takes those two items in her hands and starts writing down. Once she finishes, she hands the napkin to Harry.
Harry squints his eyes as he reads the written in red ink. He frowns when he makes out the words the girl wrote on the napkin:
BLOOD
SCATH
What does it mean? Harry looks back at the girl who slowly places a finger to her lips, shushing him, and shakes her head. She doesn't want him to tell Cisco or anyone else about it.
Before Harry can ask, Cisco returns to the medical wing with a box of ice cream and a silver spoon. Harry folds the paper and hides in the pants' pocket.
"Told you we got chocolate mint," he says he gives her the box of ice cream and spoon.
The girl opens the box and eagerly starts eating the ice cream. Cisco and Harry watch in amazement. She must have been really hungry. It makes them wonder how long has it been since she ate.
Cisco then looks at Harry. "Do you think she'll ever talk?" he asks in concern.
"Even so, I don't think she'll want to talk about it," Harry says before getting up from his seat, taking one last look at the girl and walking out of the medical wing. He keeps the words the girl wrote for him in mind. Blood. Scath. What do they mean?
Kara's eyes flutter open and she groans as she slowly wakes up. She slowly sits up and finds herself lying in her bed, in her pajamas and no longer covered in blood. What the hell?
She swings her legs off the edge of the bed and gets up. She then heads over to the bathroom. Instead of finding blood in the bathroom, the floor, the shower and the sink are completely clean. There's no spot of blood to be seen. It's like it never happened. Was I dreaming the whole thing?
She looks at alarm clock on the nightstand next to bed. It's four in the afternoon. How long have I been asleep?
She then immediately remembers she has a date tonight with this Leonard Snart guy. Well, not exactly a date. More like a rematch with their bet on the football game that was rudely interrupted by the downpour at the field. She slips on a floral tank top with jeans and brown sandals. However, instead of wearing a ponytail like she usually does, she lets it down loose.
She looks at herself in the mirror to make sure everything is okay and that doesn't have anything out of order. Once that's done, she puts her glasses on and leaves her hotel suite.
"So...you can't talk?" Cisco asks while remaining seated by her side. The girl simply shakes her head slowly, saying no. "Can I ask how that happened?"
The girl slowly lifts up her head to expose her neck, showing him the faint scar resembling a smile. Cisco almost gasps in shock but instead gulps.
"So they just cut your throat and stitched it up just like that?" he asks, his voice trembling as the girl nods in agreement. He puts his hand over his mouth as he takes his time to process it. The girl slowly reaches out and puts her hand on his shoulder. He looks over to her and she gives him a small assuring smile. "Why would someone do that to you?"
Her smile fades away as he asks that. She then looks down at her dirty feet, her eyes now filling up with tears.
Wally enters the medical wing with clothing in his hands. A navy blue S.T.A.R. Labs sweater and a pair of sneakers.
"Here," Wally says, "I thought she might need these since her clothes are filthy and has blood on it."
"Thanks, Wally," Cisco says.
The girl takes the sweater and sneakers in her hands. She stares at the clothing for a while before slipping off the medical bed and pulls off the blood and dirt covered sweater. She bends down and grabs the edge of the nightgown and attempts to pull it off when Cisco and Wally immediately stop her.
"Hey, no, no, no! Whoa!" they both exclaiming, stopping the girl from undressing herself in front of them. Still, Wally covers his eyes and turns away. The girl looks at them in confusion.
"I honestly didn't think she would try to do that," Cisco says in embarrassment.
"And just when I thought I've seen it all," Wally says.
Cisco then tells her not to take off her clothes here in the medical wing. He then gives her the S.T.A.R. Labs sweater. "Just put this on." And she does. She also puts on the sneakers Wally brought for her though frowns upon it as she tries to wiggle her toes, feeling discomfort while wearing the sneakers.
"Hey, Cisco," Wally calls up and Cisco approaches him while the girl remains distracted with the sneakers hugging her feet.
Wally then asks Cisco how much they can trust this girl. That is an excellent question for Cisco. He doesn't really know if they can trust her but Cisco has a feeling that they should. She hasn't been a threat so far, aside from growling at them and causing a city blackout a few hours ago. But she looks completely harmless. She also looks like she's in danger, judging by how scared she was earlier. She still is but not as much as before. She was petrified earlier.
Cisco has no idea what to do now. She's here now and by the looks of it, she's here to stay. Cisco is the first person she has gotten more attached to and is more anxious when she's left alone. Something happened to her. Something very bad. And Cisco really hopes and the others can find a way to help her. Somehow.
"Most important question is, where's she going to stay?" Wally then asks.
That's the multi-million dollar question Cisco never asked himself. Where is she going to stay? She probably has nowhere to go, doesn't know anyone in Central City, doesn't have any money or anyone to call by phone. And there's no way she'll want to sleep in the S.T.A.R. Labs' medical wing by herself.
"Okay, so, this is my home. It's not much but it beats spending the night by yourself at S.T.A.R. Labs," Cisco says after opening the door to his apartment. Cisco decided to let the girl stay at his home for the time-being despite some of the protests from Harry, Barry and Caitlin. Caitlin suggested to call Joe and have her taken to social services. Harry suggested that she should stay at the labs and Barry was obvious squeezed between the two options. At the end, Cisco made the decision that the girl would stay at his apartment until they figure things out. If anything happens, he'll call.
He and the girl enter the apartment. Rachel simply looks around the apartment curiously. Once inside, Cisco shuts the door and puts his coat on the coat hanger. "Over here is the kitchen. It's small but it works," he says while showing the kitchen, going through the metal sliding door that looks like a grey brick wall. He has over a dozen of hot sauces on the stove and a cactus plant on top of the black refrigerator. The walls of the kitchen is sickly green while the cabinets are white while one of the other walls is made of bricks. "Ahead you got the living room. Sorry if it's a mess. I usually never had guests staying at my place."
The girl continues looking around. She immediately notices a foosball table next to the round kitchen table. She skims her fingers over it and flicks at the small figures. She also notices that Cisco has a lot of lamps, two of them looking like large reading lamps, and potted plants in his apartment. There are even a few movie posters on the wall, mostly 80's classic which is quite interesting to see. E.T. Star Wars. Indiana Jones. A Nightmare on Elm Street. Lastly, she sees the blue sofa, a bookcase with a collection of action figures and a stuffed horse, a smaller table against the wall full of books.
Cisco watches her look around his apartment silently and curiously, blinking. He lets out a sigh. He wonders how long has it been since she's seen a living room or a home. Where was she kept this whole time? It's like she's seeing this for the first time.
"Hey," he says and she immediately turns around, looking at him blankly. "I'm sorry about what happened to you. And sorry for running you over. I swear I didn't see you. Whatever you were running from, you don't have to worry. You're safe now."
The girl blinks and opens her mouth slightly, probably about to say something but closes her mouth instantly. She nods instead.
"You're probably desperate to say something but you can't right? Because of your throat?" he asks. Again she nods. "Okay. So, the bathroom is across the hall if you need to take a shower or brush your teeth. I actually have an extra toothbrush you can have. I can also let you borrow some of my clothes if you want."
She nods once more. Cisco leaves the living room/kitchen and disappears into the next room, probably his bedroom. A few moments later, he returns with a bundle of clothes in his hands. He gives them to her.
"I, um, hope you like dinosaurs," he says.
The girl looks at the T-shirt Cisco gave her. An orange T-shirt with a picture of a raptor skeleton. The pants he gave her are just a pair of black boxers. She then smiles at Cisco and puts her arms around him once more. This is the third time she hugs him and it's something Cisco is still uncomfortable with. Why is she hugging him so much? Most people that recently meet each simply shake hands as a gesture of gratitude, not hugs. This is new to him.
"If you're saying thank you then you're welcome," he says. She releases him. "Would you like me to make you some soup while you shower? You must be hungry. God knows how long you've been out there. Though you ate all the chocolate chip ice cream at S.T.A.R. Labs so I'm surprised you're still hungry."
The girl nods and heads over to the bathroom. It's small and grey but it looks decent so far. However, she doesn't really feel comfortable here, at all. She puts the clothes on the toilet seat and pulls off the sweatshirt over her head. She's still wearing the nightgown the old lady gave her.
"I'll just shut the door for you," Cisco says as he attempts to close the bathroom door, only for the girl to slam her hand onto the edge, halting him from closing it shut. "What? You don't want me to close the door for you?" he asks and she shakes her head sideways, telling him no. "Oh okay." He leaves the door halfway closed but not shut. "Is that better?"
The girl nods and smiles softly. Cisco heads back to the kitchen while the girl takes a hot shower to wash off all the dirt and blood she has on her. It's been a long time since she's had a decent shower in a real bathroom with hot water. The baths she used to have for over three years were always cold and the floors were grimy. It made her feel more dirty than clean. Once she finishes taking the shower, she dries off and puts on the dry clothes Cisco gave her, the dinosaur T-shirt (which is a bit too big for her) and the boxers. She wanted to be another minutes in the hot shower but he probably has her food ready.
She comes out of the bathroom and returns to the living room/kitchen and sits down on the blue sofa cross-legged. Cisco returns from the kitchen and sits down next to her, giving her a mug of chicken noodle soup. A mug full of soup. That's strange.
"I actually like drinking soup from a mug. I don't know if you like it," he says. The girl simply smiles a him and takes a sip of chicken soup, then hums. Cisco can't help but laugh. "I'm glad you like it." He watches her drink the soup gratefully. She must have been really hungry. After a minute of silence, Cisco gets to serious topic.
"Listen," he says. She stops drinking and looks at him strangely, "I know that you don't want me to know your real name. I get that you're probably in a lot of trouble but sooner or later, you're going to have to tell us what's going on. I mean, I know you can't talk but you could at least give us a sign every now and then. In the meaning, I'll give you a name. If you're going to be staying at my apartment, I need to call you by a name." She remains staring at him but eventually nods in agreement.
"Let's see, how about Lucy? You kinda look like a Lucy," he asks. The girl squints her eyes and immediately shakes her head. "No? Okay, how about Carrie, like the one from Stephen King though I don't think you know who Stephen King is." The girl shakes her head once more. "No? How about Madison?" She continues shaking her head, not really liking the names. "That's too bad. I'm usually good with names. Wednesday? You know, like The Addams Family?" She looks at him non-comprehensive, not knowing what he's talking about. He then starts humming a tune while snapping his fingers twice. "No? Okay, we really need you to catch up with popular culture. Oh I got it. Demona!" he says with excitement in his voice. Of course, the girl gives him a very strange wide-eyed look, a 'what the fuck?' expression.
"No? Sorry," Cisco apologizes with a laugh, "Got a bit carried away. It's a name from Gargoyles. I'm guessing you never saw that show. It's a great animated show, you should watch it sometime...Anyway, let's try this again." He puts a lot of thought in it before finally coming up with another name. "How about...Raven?"
She stares at him for a moment, almost in thought. A smile then slowly creeps up her face. She has a very pretty smile, Cisco notices. And just by that smile, he can tell she likes the name.
"You like that one, huh? Raven?" he says. She nods. Cisco smiles broadly. "That's your name then." He takes her hand in his and shakes it. "Welcome to Central City...Raven."
Star City...
Oliver, Diggle and Slade return to the Arrowcave to inform Barbara that Felicity might still be alive. A few hours ago, they have been confirmed that the body dug out from the rubble was not her. But it would take awhile to investigate who the other body was. Slade wasn't interested in finding out who the other body is. All he wants is to find his wife. Oliver already called Quentin to inform him of the situation and also told him to make sure the media doesn't report of Felicity's death. If she's still alive, the last thing they need is for the media to tell the whole world she's dead. Quentin will also have a search party. They won't rest until they find her and that she's safe and sound. Damian doesn't know about this yet, Barbara didn't tell him nor do they believe they should. It would worry him.
Barbara and Damian were left babysitting Baby Sara and Baby John when they returned. However, Damian bolted when the time came to change their diapers. Barbara was left alone on that one.
"Okay, I really need help with Baby Sara," Barbara tells the trio when she sees them come out of the elevator. She knows this is a bad time to ask them for help changing diapers but Baby Sara won't her. "She fights."
"Just like Sara Lance. I got her," Slade mutters as he pushes Barbara aside to help change the baby's diaper.
Barbara looks at Diggle. "Are you sure we should let him -."
"Leave him be," he says, "Right now, Sara is the only thing keeping him from going Full Murder Mode. Did you tell Damian?"
Barbara shakes her head. "No. He doesn't know yet."
"I think we should keep it that way for the time being," Oliver says. Slade simply glares at him.
"No," Slade says sternly, "We're telling him now."
"Slade, we can't. You know how he'll react if we tell him anything," Oliver reminds him, "The moment he hears that Felicity is missing, he's going to bolt through that door and look for her himself."
"Which is something we should be doing right now," Slade growls. He finishes changing Baby Sara's diaper and hands her over to Diggle. He then starts walking to the stairs that leads to a spare room upstairs. They use it just in case some of them needs to spend the night at the Arrowcave after a long day of work. Mostly Barbara. Now Damian is spending the nights up there instead of being back home in Gotham.
"What are you doing?" Oliver asks.
"Going to talk to the kid," he says, "He needs to know. You of all people should know that keeping secrets bring deadly consequences."
Oliver sighs. He still remembers that day when Shado died and how pissed Slade was. He thought Slade probably got over that thanks to Felicity. Slade could have forgiven Shado's death but he probably isn't going to forgive Oliver for lying to him. "How long is this going to go on?" he asks Diggle.
"Give him time," Diggle says.
"It's been three years," Oliver says.
Diggle simply shrugs. "Then don't expect him to forgive you then. If he hasn't forgiven you in those three years, he's not going to forgive you now."
"Then thing is, if Felicity's dead, do you think the truce will be off?" Oliver asks.
"I don't know, man. Only Slade can tell you that," he says while bouncing his baby daughter.
Slade goes upstairs to check on Damian. He finds him in his room.
"Hey, kid, we need to talk..."
He finds Damian facing the grey wall, the boy's finger tracing over the wall and painting it in red lines. And his left wrist bleeding. Slade's eye widen and quickly enters the room.
"What the hell are you doing?" he asks. However, it appears Damian can't hear him as he continues writing on the wall with his own blood. The boy is drawing a large S on the wall. "Damian stop that."
Again, Damian doesn't respond. Slade quickly strides over to his side in attempts to stop Damian from whatever the hell he's doing but Slade stops in his tracks as soon as he notices the boy's eyes completely black. Shit.
Slade quickly leaves the room, closing the door shut and locking it before running back down to the lair. He addresses to both Oliver and Diggle. "Get the kids and Miss Gordon out of here."
Oliver, Diggle and Barbara look at each other in confusion.
"Why? What's going on?" Oliver asks.
"Where's Damian?" Barbara asks in concern.
"He's not himself," Slade explains, "Something is wrong with him and I think it's best if you leave right now."
Before Oliver can even ask what was wrong with Damian, they hear yelling, snarling and banging at the door of the room upstairs. Damian is trying to break the door down and doesn't sound too happy about it. Then they see Damian slamming himself against the large window that looks down at the lair. Barbara nearly screams at the sight of him. Damian's eyes are black, his mouth and wrist are bloody, and so are his fingernails, probably from a failed attempt to claw his way through the door.
"Run now!" Slade yells at them.
Diggle picks up his crying twins and Oliver takes Barbara by the wheelchair before hurrying to the elevator. Slade stays behind to deal with Damian who is now grabbing a metal chair and slamming it against the glass, making the glass crack.
As the elevator doors close shut, Slade takes out his sword. He doesn't want to hurt Damian but he ill if he has to. After what seems like a minute, Damian finally smashes the window and throws the metal chair at Slade.
Slade ducks down and the chair smashes through the computers. If they manage to find Felicity, she's going to be so pissed when she hears that Damian destroyed the computers. Slade doesn't care how well trained Damian is, it's impossible for a thirteen-year-old to lift and throw a chair that heavy. Damian jumps from the room which is probably 10 feet high and could break his bones if he lands on his feet. But he lands on his feet without dislocating his kneecap or falling forward.
"The fuck are you?" Slade asks.
Damian snarls at him enraged before lunging forward. Slade ducks once more and Damian crashes through the broken computers, now having shattered glass at his side. They'll have to pull that out if Damian manages to survive through this.
"Where is she?" Damian asks though it doesn't sound exactly his voice. His voice sounds deeper, doubled (as if there were two people talking at the same time) and very menacing. It even makes Slade freeze in shock. "The devil's daughter. Where is she?"
When Slade doesn't answer, Damian (or whatever that thing is) lunges him once more. Slade doesn't have time to react so he's quickly tackled to the floor by the thirteen-year-old. This thing is not Damian. Slade grabs hold of Damian's next in order to keep the kid from try to claw at his face. Damian continues snarling and trying to reach Slade's face.
That's when Slade stabs him in the right side of his ribcage which a shard of shattered computer screen. Damian's eyes grow wide at this and they turn back into their original green colour. His head tilts up and he screams, black smoke suddenly coming out of his mouth and shooting up at the ceiling until finally disappearing.
Damian shakes his head sideways and groans. He blinks a couple of times before realizing he has Slade pinned to the ground. "What happened?" he asks while looking around in bewilderment, "Whoa, what did you guys do to this place?" He hisses when feeling a sharp pain at his right side. He looks down to see a piece of glass jammed there before looking back at Slade. "You stabbed me!?"
Slade doesn't answer. He instead punches Damian in the face, knocking him out, and sits up from the floor. "You're welcome."
Slade leaves Damian unconscious on the floor and heads back upstairs to the bedroom. The door is covered in scratch marks and stained in blood.
He sees the S painted on the wall with Damian blood. What is that? The important question that Slade keeps asking himself though, what did Damian (or whatever was inside him) mean by the devil's daughter?
End of Chapter 5
I really hope you guys liked this chapter. It's been awhile since I posted a chapter so I'm a little bit rusty on writing.
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