So, I'm trying to make Cassie still a hard-ass but also a softie...ever met anyone like that? So, um, if you've got any suggestions...lemme know!:D
He paid no attention to me as I walked in. Then again, of course he wouldn't. I wasn't the same person . . . well, I didn't look like it.
I stared at the vast alcohol collection on the wall behind the counter. This was a diner? Interesting.
"Welcome to Bibbo's. Can I help you?" the man behind the counter asked, leaning forward. I saw him run his eyes over me. I smiled widely.
"Can I get a Mike's? Lime." I flashed him a fake ID. He pushed it away.
"Anything for you, punkin." He turned around and fished out a Mike's from the fridge and popped the top for me. I swiped it from his hand and took a large swig. Cold. Hard. Refreshing. True to its saying.
"Thanks." I slid him a five. He nodded, heading to the grill to flip over a burger. I turned to him then, staring. His head was buried in a menu, and the few people scattered around were staring at me. What the hell is wrong with these people?
After downing my drink, I stared at the alcohol. There was a time when I'd kill for some of that.
"Looks good, doesn't it?" he asked. I turned to him, surprised. He smiled, barely showing any teeth, and I nodded.
"Actually, my mom has a liquor stash three times bigger than this."
"Why do so many people need all that alcohol? It's weird." Shaking his head, he bit into his burger, grease running down his chin. I resisted the urge to giggle. He looked like a little kid.
"Well, it's for the flavors, or course. Each flavor is different, and they also vary by brand. It's the same with wine. I prefer Mencia. Very powerful substance." As soon as I said that, his eyes popped open a little wider. Good, he'd made the connection.
But it wasn't good enough.
Sighing, I grabbed my bag off the counter and headed out, not bothering to look behind me. I had places to go, people to kill.
Roy stared at the two interacting at the diner. She must've said something interesting, because his best friend's eyes popped open. Something was wrong, though, because the mystery girl left the diner without saying good-bye.
He stepped out into the night, walking on the opposite side of the road, but keeping pace with the girl. When she saw his face, her pace quickened. Something was really up.
She turned into an alleyway, and Roy followed her, running across moving traffic. When he got to the fire escape, she was gone.
Who was she?
I had just barely missed Roy. And he was on my tail no doubt.
As I watched the ground for any signs, I heard a voice in my head.
Come and get me, ragazza.
What, was this gang on Cassie time or something? I start being good, and people want to catch me? Nice.
I traced the voice back to Leroy's basement. It had been roped off, but now it wasn't. Weird.
I walked into the house, being careful with my heels, not wanting to give myself away.
"It's not going to work. I already know where you are. Are you forgetting I taught you everything you know?"
I whirled around. There stood my father, dressed in his finest. Of course he would get dolled up before trying to kill me.
"So? I may have taught myself a few things."
"Right." He jammed his hands in his pockets. Uh-oh. This wasn't good. "Listen, Cassie, I have something to tell you." Smiling widely, he glanced behind him. "You're going to die tonight."
"What?" I went to turn around, to catch the man behind me, but I was blindfolded and drugged. And once again, everything went black.
This was worse than being dead.
The Justice League gathered together in the video room. They had just received a video message, and Green Lantern streamlined it into the big screen. Wonder Woman and Batman had finally rounded up the rest of the YJL and forced them to sit and talk over a plan for them all to find Cassie. Instead, they all were sitting in a conference room, waiting to see what the huge issue was.
The Flash presses the play button, and a dark room appeared. At first they thought something was wrong with the tape, but then they heard a scream.
"Where did the tape come from?" Black Canary looked at Martian Manhunter. He shook his head.
"It was on the doorstep."
Suddenly, Tony Zucco appeared. "Hello, my fellow Justice League members. Also, hello to my wonderful friends, Young Justice. It's a pleasure to finally see you all again. And, thank you Diana, for the bail money. You really should check your bank account passwords. Maybe each one should be in a different language?" He cackled. Diana gripped the side of the table. "As for the rest of you, I found your amazing missing person. She's right here." The camera turned to his pointed hand. There sat Cassandra, blindfolded, blood all over and grime on her face and hands. Her hair looked like it hadn't been washed in three days. It was blonde, though. "I think she has something to say . . . Right, Cassie?" He pressed a hand to her forehead. She screamed in response.
"That's the girl I saw in the diner!" Robin and Roy exclaimed pointing at the screen. Everyone looked at them mysteriously.
"If you'd stop touching me, you douchebag, maybe I'd get to say it!" she growled, trying to jump out of the chair. Instead, he pushed her down again.
"Well, speak," he growled. "I don't want to speak Italian and not have them understand, dearie."
"I'm not your fucking dearie. I never was."
He growled again, this time slapping her across the face.
The two teams watched, mesmerized.
"Actually, I don't have anything to say to them. I have something to say to you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah. Two words: Fuck you."
"That's the best you can do?"
"You need me to say it I every language known to man, including Pirate? Or are you gonna break my leg?"
"I think I'll do more than break your leg."
"And what's that?"
Grabbing a switchblade, he sliced off a section of her hair. "It'll get worse if you don't shut up and go with the script."
"What script? Oh, you mean the one where I tell them to give you money otherwise you'll kill me? Remember, Tony, Amazons can't die! No wonder you're in the mob, you're too stupid to get a real life!"
"I'm your father, don't you fucking talk to me like that!" He grabbed her chin trying to yank it so hard he would break her neck, but Cassie held strong.
"Well, it's never stopped you from letting anyone else talk to me like that! Do you not remember? Leroy ordered them all to beat me when I didn't fulfill jobs! And you told them it was okay! Right in front of me!" Tony slapped her across the face again, this time splitting her lip. She spat out blood. "Why not punches, you big, fat, mafioso? Or are you too out of practice for it? Why don't you get Vinny over here to throw some in? He must be tired of handling the camera."
The fist that flew was full of rings, and busted Cassie's nose all up. She couldn't hold it in anymore. She screamed, filling the room and everyone's ears with high pitched notes.
"Your mother screams like that. She did especially when I fucked her."
This time Diana threw something at the screen.
"Well, I'm sure that was from agony. Personally, I don't think you'd fuck very well. But maybe we should just ask the hookers around the corner. They might know a few things. Either that or they were too high on coke to realize what a horrible fucker you are."
"That's it!" he screamed, yanking her and the chair up by her neck. "I'll kill you! I swear it!"
"It's not polite to swear," Cassie croaked, smiling. Even when tortured, Cassie held her ground. "Just think, Daddy-o, someday we'll meet each other at that golden gate. Of hell."
The teams heard one more growl, and the camera cut off.
Everyone was stuck in silence, until Diana broke it.
"I'm going to murder him." She started towards the door, but Batman stopped her.
"Diana . . ."
"No, Bruce, that's my daughter. She may hate me, but still . . . I've got to save her. She's killed more people in a day than we've captured in twenty years. There's something that needs to be saved."
And she ripped her wrist out of his hold, flying out the door.
Well. Reviews? How's everyone reacting to Cassie getting tortured? And, yes, it was Dick who was in the diner with Cassie, but Roy was the one who followed her. And Daddy Zucco was there to capture her in the end...Oh, yeah, and the JL got sick to their stomachs from watching a poor, innocent girl get beaten...NOT!...Once again...reviews?:D