Yep . . . lots of free time these days . . .
TT
A hood was yanked off Brady's head, as he took in his surroundings. A dark room, which was set off of a bigger area. He was tied to a chair, there was a light over him, but that was about it.
"We're kidnapping kids now? That's cute." He heard a feministic voice say.
"You'd want this one."
Deathstroke stepped into the light, as he glared up at him. He tried shaking his hands free, but it was no use.
"You're being hunted."
"Apparently."
"Why are you being hunted?"
"How would I know, stupid?"
"Who are you?"
"Just a normal kid."
"Are normal kids midnight vigilantes?"
"Apparently you were." He shrugged.
"Taser." Deathstroke said as Sheila exited.
"She like your girlfriend or something? Hot fiancé?"
She came back in with a Taser in hand.
"If you don't want it to get any worse than this, I suggest you talk," Deathstroke said as he upped the voltage.
"Do your worse."
"I was already planning too."
TT
Laura set out on her bike, riding as quickly as she could. Anywhere to get her away from another lecture, was a good place.
She rode as best as she could from memory. She was convinced that place in her dream was real. She could remember the subway station, how it was in a wide space between two buildings. Off of a street . . .
Jefferson—Washington . . . Lincoln!
She turned down the street, making a sharp right, and there it was. Covered with construction tape. She rested her bike against the railing, and stepped over the tape. It was dark and dusty down there, but she eventually stumbled upon a hatch. Literally.
She picked herself up with a groan. This was from her dream! She tugged on the hatch, but it didn't budge. It demanded a voice recognition password.
"Laura is awesome?" She tried to lift it again. She could guess her dad wasn't actually the ninja guy. She tugged with all her might, until it finally opened.
Some girl climbed up, and fidgeting with the box she tried to carry. Laura hid up against the wall, as she turned down the opposite direction. She quietly held the latch from closing, and slipped in. Subsequently missing the ladder, she plummeted to the ground.
"Why?" She moaned. She quickly rose and took her in surroundings. It was the exact same place! The same giant computer which she crept over to. She looked at all the buttons, and with curiosity winning the battle, decided to press one.
An image flashed onto the screen. It was a camera of some sort. She could see a teenager. He had bruises and cuts, but when he looked up . . . it was Brady! This masked man had been torturing him. She had to help him.
"Ok, ok! If I go there, I could get captured. But, if I don't Brady could die. I can't go like this, they'd be able to find me. Ugh! This is so conflicting!"
She paced into a back room, and opened it. Maybe they had something that she could conceal her identity with. She opened a dusty drawer to see a black and orange suit. With a sword symbol on it.
Too flashy . . .
She opened the one behind it to see a black hoodie-looking garment. And a red domino mask. She found some black pants, figuring it would be quieter to sneak around in. She hooked a utility belt around her waist.
She examined herself in the mirror. "Oh, I look good . . ."
She scurried back into the weapons room. The plaque of Jay Wilson was still there. All this had to be related to her somehow.
She looked around frantically for a weapon. She picked up an Uzi and a large dagger off holders on the wall. This place was awesome! She slipped the dagger into a leg sheath, which she had picked up. Heading back to the main area, she fiddled with buttons, until she found a GPS signal. The old train station outside of Gotham. Only the 'bravest' kids would go there. Brave/stupid, the line is blurred for some.
She had to get there, and fast. She walked off the left, to see a black motorcycle there. This would do nicely.
Apparently, there was a mechanism that rose the platform with the bikes up onto an alley. The drive to the station was on a quiet road, so she really had time to think of a plan. Ok, she didn't have a plan. She'd just have to run in there, hold the gun sideways and go all gangsta.
But, if this guy is anything like in the dream, he's armored way more than she is. So, a stealth mission may be more appropriate. She spotted the station, but quickly veered onto the grass, and stopped behind it. She hopped off, and slinked up to the back door. Suddenly, two men walked out.
"Who is that?"
"Probably one of those Bat-freaks, just kill her."
"I don't know man, if she is, ain't going to be long before Batman is here."
She was frozen with fear, before remembering she had a gun too. Before he could shoot his, she shot hers at both of them, with a surprising amount of accuracy.
She dragged them behind the bushes, and left them there. She searched her belt for something useful, then she noticed a rope with a hook on the end. Twirling it a few times, she hurled it at a pole on the roof. She really hoped this would hold. The evening was arising, and she couldn't be here forever.
She peered down into the skylight dome. It was an entire gang! She guesstimated it was about 20-30 people. She couldn't take on all of them. Scanning the area, she spotted a room, and since it was the only room, it had to be there. She slid down, and dashed over to the other side. A boarded up window was her only way in. It had two pieces of wood making an X across it. She peered in over the wood, to see it was clear. Her knife was her only hope.
She vigorously sawed at the piece of wood, going as fast as she could, as quietly as she could. Eventually, she managed to saw about halfway through it, and yanked on it, until it broke. She wiggled under the other board, finally making it in.
"Phew!" She exclaimed, but quickly lowered her voice.
"Who are you?"
She removed the hood and the mask.
"What are you doing here?" He asked in a hush whisper.
"Saving you," she put on her mask, as she toyed with the rope. Finally, he was untied, as he rose to his feet, popping his bones.
"My girlfriend's a superhero," he chuckled.
Her cheeks burned a bright red. "I-I'm your-"
"Where do you two think you're going?" Deathstroke stood at the door. He gazed at the girl, with a look of confusion, inside the mask. Did she look like—.
Was that . . .? No, it can't be . . . Laura!
She aimed the Uzi at him. "Back away slowly."
He couldn't risk anyone else hurting her, or her hurting herself. He back up out of the room. Brady climbed through, as Laura still had the gun pointed at him. She gingerly climbed through herself, as they both bolted for the bike.
She revved the engine, as she zoomed off. He watched with a stoic expression.
This would not be good.
TT
She drove the bike, turning down the first alley she could find. She wasn't sure she was completely 'qualified' to drive this motorcycle. She hopped off as she climbed to sit on a dumpster.
"What did they want you for?"
He rubbed his sore neck. "Uh-I don't know."
"Well, he'll be back. We have to stop him."
"Like me and you?"
"Who else?"
"I don't know? Batman?"
"We can't wait that long. He probably has a waiting list of villains and stuff."
"I don't know . . ."
"It'll be fun. Please?" She made puppy dog eyes.
He finally gave in. Resisting the puppy dog eyes was hopeless.
"Let's go."
"Where?"
"You'll see."
Brady was able to hack the security system as they climbed down into the bunker.
"This is his base?"
"I'm pretty sure," she said uncertainly.
"There's tons of stuff here, weapons, costumes, motorcycles."
"Woah." Brady breathed out, as he explored the place.
In the other room, he picked up a primarily black suit with an S on it.
"Seems big. . ."
They went into the other room, and looked through the drawer. He found a gray leather jacket.
"I have an idea."
A few long moments later, Brady came out. He had the jacket on, with a shirt underneath with the S on it. He had a mask tied around his head.
"I cut it so that it's just a sleeveless shirt."
"That is really cool," she gushed.
"Thanks," he smirked.
They went back into the weapons room, to gear up. Brady chose twin pistols, and Laura kept what she had.
"Let's go to the computer," Laura suggested. Once they were there, she pressed the button she pressed earlier. They were on camera. At least their backs were.
"This can't be right—oh," Laura gingerly turned around. Deathstroke glared at them, until catching a glimpse of something far worse. How dare he put on that symbol!
Rage engulfed him, as he drew his sword. He was going to kill this kid here and now. He advanced, blocked a shot with his sword.
He sliced near his head, as he ducked here and there. He cornered him, and sliced the gun out of his hand. He grunted in pain at the cut on his hand. He picked him up by the throat.
Suddenly, Laura jumped onto his back, and sunk the dagger into a crevice of the armor, pushing deeper until she met skin. He release Brady who kicked him back to the wall. They sprinted for the raising platform. Deathstroke shot after them, but they were already up.
At first it was about the money, but not anymore. This was war, and Laura just put herself in the middle.
TT
I really wish I had something important to say right now . . .