I am so sorry it took so long, if you look at all the new stories on my profile, you'll see why justin hasn't gotten any love form me recently....
I glared at the boy in front of me as we followed him down the lightless tunnel, "Who are you?" I asked again.
He just chuckled, and shook his head, looking over his shoulder at me, "You can call me Kyle."
Ironic.
He raised his eyebrow, and I realized he wanted my name. "Oh, uh… just call me Speedy."
He snorted, looking back ahead, "Vigilante acts are just stupid and pointless nowadays. Besides, you have no right to that name."
I glared at him, "A man gave me that name years ago, and I'll be using it, thanks."
He was silent for a moment, before asking, "And the rest of you?"
"Snow."
"Conan."
"Mary."
"Michael."
"Gabriel."
"Raphael."
Kyle immediately stopped, looking back over his shoulder with wide eyes, "Gabriel, Mary, and Michael? As in the Saving Saints?"
Mary nodded, "That was our first idea of a team name, but how do you know it?"
Kyle turned around fully, "Dudes, it's me! Kyle, Kyle Harper, you know, Speedy!"
My eyes widened, "Oh snap."
WITH KIMBERLY MATHILDA AND TALIA AL GHUL:
Talia walked into her study, calmly approaching her desk and setting a stack of files down on it, lost in thought. She picked up the top one, opening it and flipping through it mindlessly. Finally, she looked up, staring at the window with a slight smirk on her face, "Well Jason, you pieced this together faster than I thought."
A figure suddenly tackled her, shoving her face into the desk.
"Not. Jason." Growled Kimberly, using all her will power trying not to just snap her neck and be done with her.
Talia flipped Kim off of her, turning around to glare at her, "You? How did you find out, you aren't a detective!"
Kim glared right back, "Nope, not a detective, just something you'll never be: a good mom!"
She threw a knife at Talia, who simple sidestepped it. "Go home little blue bird, you're out of your league."
Kim smirked, "Not quite."
She held up a small triggering device, and Talia's eyes widened, looking over her shoulder, to see a small, blue, bird shaped clip on her back.
Kim pressed the button, and the clip blew up, sending Talia flying over past her, knocking into the wall, unconscious. Kim grabbed her by her hair, dragging the body over to the window, "Let's have a little chat."
WITH KYLER:
Kyle stared at us, "So, you're from a different dimension?"
"Yes."
Kyle remained indifferent, "And so is some girl called Justin?"
"Yes."
"Who is now probably being tortured by Red Hood?"
"Yes."
"And you want to go back in there to save her?"
"Yes."
"And you expect my help?"
"Yes." I answered with finality.
He frowned, "On one condition."
"I'm listening."
He smirked, "You have to help us kill Jason and his wife."
This took me back a bit, and I shook my head, "We don't kill. It's what separates us from the scum-"
"Yeah, yeah!" Kyle snapped. "I got that speech too, from Ollie, right? But out here, this is basically post apocalypse! Ten to twenty kids die each day from Jason's attacks, or the after math of them. We have a small resistance, and we're starving." Kyler sighed, "I haven't eaten in three days."
I was silent then, but then I got an idea, "I won't help you kill him, my ledger is flawless, and I'll keep it that way. But, if you help us get Justin back, I can guarantee you, Justin will kill him herself, she's got a lot of red in her ledger, and she's never been fully rehabilitated, and after all this time? With crazy Jason? She'll rip his eyes out, and shove them down his throat just so he can see her rip his intestines out from the inside. And, even if she doesn't, I can help you in so many more ways."
He scoffed, "How?"
I smirked, "Well, I could call the whole Justice League, the Outlaws, Teen Titans, League of Assassins, and pretty much every vigilante known to man down here to personally overthrow Jason, his wife, and their posse."
He paused a moment, "You'd do all that, for strangers you hardly know?"
I nodded, "I'm a hero, it's what we do."
He scoffed at the cliché term, but then nodded, "Fine, we'll rescue your friend."
WITH TALIA AND KIM:
"You sent my baby where?" I asked, growling.
"She's hardly your baby anymore." Talia tossed back, "She hasn't been a baby since she was taken from you."
"At the ripe old age of two." I spat, "And you've sold her, sold her into… slavery!"
"That's a dramatized view point." She said coldly.
"It's the only view point." I sassed.
"Justine Todd was born by your body, but Black Hood was what I created her into." Talia said. "I raised her, trained her, molded her into the perfect weapon. Did you ever wonder why I chose her?"
"Because she was the daughter of two very experienced heroes, you go by the blood where your from." I said.
"Wrong." Talia corrected, "You are no hero, you are a soldier. She was meant to be a failsafe for your boy toy."
"Come again?"
"A plug we attached to Jason to be able to pull at will." Talia explained. "We had her trained by him for that very purpose, she became his student, so she would know him inside and out. Robin could truly kill Batman emotionally and physically if he wished."
I nodded slowly, "Talia, I'm going to kill you for doing this to my daughter." I turned around, leaving her tied to the chair, blood dripping down her face from the multiple knife wounds I had inflicted.
She snickered, "You don't kill."
"Any good mother will kill for her child." I said, "And like I told you before, unlike you, I'm a good mother." And with that, I left.
WITH JUSTIN:
Jason stood in front of me, smirking down at me, holding that God forsaken knife up, chuckles escaping through his teeth. "You stayed behind with me for your friends. They just… left to-"
"A madman?" I offered. He kicked me in the ribs, making me roll across the floor a little. A lot of things were bad about this situation, but the worst was the humiliation. Jason had outdone himself. He had bound my wrists behind my back with handcuffs, tossing me into the middle of the floor on my side, and then made all of his little guards come into the room to watch as he talked crap about me.
"Your father."
"You are no father of mine." I hissed.
He laughed, grabbing my face roughly in his hands, making me stare right into his eyes. "I am now."
"Never." I mumbled, just barely audible.
He dropped me, laughing even more. I thought my real Dad was insane, this one was just… he didn't belong in therapy, or an insane asylum, he belonged, to be frank, in hell. Just send him off now, there's no saving him, no medicine to prescribe, no therapy that can help, just shoot him in the eye.
His guards watched me, lying in the floor, they didn't seem to like me much. I'm guessing that Black Lightning had been a friendly guy, one that was well liked by all. I caught a glimpse of Donna Troy, biting her lip while she looked at me in pity. Seems not everyone here was brainwashed very well.
Jason suddenly stopped laughing, looking down at me in disgust, "You'll never change, will you? No matter what I do, you'll always be defiant, disrespectful, and you'll never fully fit the mold I've set up, will you?"
I looked up at him, glaring through the blood and sweat covering my eyes, "I've already been molded once in my life, by Talia Al Ghul. Once cement sets, it's never gonna bend, it'll break, but it'll never bend."
He paused, looking down at me, with a sober expression on his face, before laughing, and giving a nod to the sidelines, and a man stepped forward, holding a crowbar. My heart stopped, and my froze, looking at the dark, cold, twisted metal tool.
This can not be happening.
Please no. Not that. Please.
I shook with fear as Jason held the crowbar up above his head, smirking down at me, "Talia tells me that you've had some unfortunate experiences with a crowbar." he chuckled, "Well, haven't we all?"
I shook my head, "No. Not that… please."
I was begging, and I didn't care, to Hell with my pride! I don't wanna get beaten with a crowbar again! I've been strong all through this torture session, and if anyone says otherwise, they're wrong.
He shook his head, "Sorry kiddo, you had your chance to call off the training a long time ago. Now, how about a nice big smile for the crowd, huh?"
The crowd, watching me, disgusted with the weakness. I mean, I'm just lying here on the ground in a heap, bloodied and bruised, cowering and begging.
He laughed again, "Oh come on Justy."
At that name, my blood ran cold. Justy? No one had ever called me that, ever. It was always either Justine, or Justin. Justy was a child's name, a baby nick name you gave to a toddler. That's when I had enough.
I have been cut, hacked at, beaten, humiliated, and treated like a misbehaving dog who was being stubborn about training. After all he put me through, he was not allowed to treat me like a child with such a childish name.
Pain, that had demanded my entire attention, suddenly vanished from my mind, because all I could think about was rage, and stopping the source. Jason was the source.
His smile dropped as soon as he saw the strength return to my eyes, and my legs shook a little, before I forced them into a kneeling position. The handcuffs fell like paper in the wind, signature training of the bat family. He took half a step back, shock on his features. His walls were down, the ball was in my court.
I stood up, my legs were broken, it shouldn't have been possible. But I did it. It shouldn't have been possible for a fifteen year old girl to be able to go through all that, and stand up so calmly, ready to kill. But I was.
"My name." I said slowly, blood dripping down my throat, it stung. "Is Justine Todd. My father calls me Justin. You are not him. You will never be. You, you manipulative, filthy, scum bag of a dog, will die, today. Screw the rules, you poke the wolf you get bit."
He was speechless, staggering, not able to think. Why? Because this was a man who had conquered the world, killed Batman, Nightwing, Robin, Black Bat, Oracle, Batgirl, Superman, Superboy, and every other notable hero in the world. He had done it all, not with his awesome super strength, or super speed, or telepathy, or telekinesis, or necromancy, he did it all with his brain, his strategies, his ability to think ahead of his opponent. And me, a teenager, did something, he didn't expect.
The guards in the room are wary, they are scared, they are frightened. The ones who can see my face tremble, because they see my eyes, eyes of an animal. If you put the beast in a cage, when it comes out, it's more than a beast, it's a beast with a purpose that it's will strives for, the purpose of killing who caged it.
I will attack, and I will kill.
Suddenly, I hear a bump under my feet, and muffled voices beneath the floor. A flooring tile about two feet away moves, and it's pushed up.
A head pops out after it, a boy with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes. He looks around the room, at all the guards, and then at me. He whistles, "Wow, aren't you a mess?"
"Uh… dude?" I asked.
"Yeah?"
"You kind of ruined the dramatic moment." I said, a bit annoyed.
"Oh." He said, "Sorry about that. By the way, are you Justin?"
I raised my eyes brow, looking uncertainly around the room, everyone seems at a loss, and this boy is sitting there with his head through the floor, like this happens every week. I look back at him, "Uh, yeah."
"Oh." He said, smiling, "In that case, BASE POSITION ALPHA EIGHT SEVEN SIX NINE!"
He springs out of the floor, pulling out a bow and loading an arrow in it. He rushed to me, putting his back to me, and facing the crowd behind me.
I groaned, "Dude, if you came here to save me, why the hell would you not bring more people!"
He looked around, as if surprised that he's alone. He put his finger in his ear, messing with what I guessed was a comm. Link, "I said, base alpha eight seven six nine."
There was a moment off silence, then flooring stones all over the place popped up, kids scrambling out with knives, guns, arrows, chains, pipes, even a kid with a frying pan. Over all, there had to be at least fifty of them. More than enough to outman the small gaggle of guards Jason had in this room.
They form a circle, me and the boy in the middle. I looked around, and suddenly, Raphael is in front of me, his grease stained face smiling brightly, "Hey there Todd."
I looked around in wonder at the small army, then back to Raphael, "Hotshot… how did you…"
"It was all Kyle's idea." He explained, "Kyle's team, his secret passages, hidden weapons stock, and his plans. Kyler convinced Kyle here to help you out."
I looked to my right, and there's Kyler, smiling at me, bow at the ready, "Ready to kick some Hitler styled over lord's butt?"
I smirked, "Am I ever!" I looked back to Kyle, then to Kyler, "Uh-"
"He's this universe's version of me." She explained. "Now, you;ve got a choice to make, you're wounded, more than we though, and those lacerations can't feel good." I nodded numbly, the pain creeping back into my mind, adrenalin rush was over. "We've got this universes version of you waiting down that hole," She pointed to the one Kyler had come out of, "And she can take you to a safe place while we fight. Or, you can stay and fight, but if you do…"
Raphael sighed, "Kyler made a deal with Kyle that if he helped us, you would kill Jason, now, before the initial shock wears off that a bunch of kids infiltrated their hide out, say you'll kill the guy already, or else Kyler's new crush will hate her, and she'll be heart broken."
Kyler sputtered, and Kyle turned bright red. I laughed, despite my situation, I laughed. What can I say? Hotshot made me laugh when there was nothing funny at all about my current placement. "Sure, I'll kill Mr. Hitler-Without-The-Beard."
Raphael smiled, "You'll need these." He handed me two pistols, and I took them, flipping them around a little in my hands.
"Let's rumble."
"But first!" Raphael said, grabbing my shoulder, "Something I've been wanting to do for awhile."
He was suddenly very close me, and before I could gun whip him for being so close, his lips were on mine. I froze, not really knowing what to do as he kissed me, one hand on my waist, the other in my short red hair.
He pulled away entirely to soon for me to register what just happened, smirking at me, "Amazing, I shut up Justine Todd."
I glared at him, and he laughed, "Just go kill the psycho, you can kick me in the balls later."
He didn't need to tell me twice I shoved past him, rushing at Jason. He snapped out of it immediately, dodging my bullets for a few minutes, before I shot him in the knee making him fall. I jumped on him, slamming my fists into his face, and then putting a bullet through each of his shoulders, so he wouldn't grab me. I wrapped my hands around his neck, fuming. "I'm going to kill you!"
He laughed, "Do it then!"
I let a grin creep across my face, "Not here, not like this."
I grabbed Jason by his collar, yanking him into the corner of the room, shoving him against the wall, and kicking him, over and over in the ribs until I knew they broke.
I looked over my shoulder again, the fight was over, kind of wish I got in on that action. Speedy walked over to me, eyebrow raised, "You ain't gonna finish him off?"
"You gonna tell my Grandpa on me?" I questioned.
She shook her head, "Whatever you do to him never leaves this room."
I nodded, glaring down at Jason, "It's uh, gonna take awhile."
She nodded, "Well, we certainly won't be sticking around for that, just follow the tunnels."
I nodded, waiting for them all to leave, until I turned to Jason, glaring down at him, "You're really gonna regret taking me into a room with barely any guards in it. Now, I hope you're ready to relive every thing you ever did to me."
He laughed, "Bring it on, Justy."
I smirked, picking up his own knife, "Don't call me that."
I know guys, it's been forever, and I miss Justin, but I've got other stories now, for Avengers, and Watchmen, soI'm mostly working on just them, but let me get one thing straight here, I AM NOT QUITTING THIS STORY! Justin's tales will go on!
Now that's thats out of the way, Rapheal is gonna get kicked in the balls, by Justin, AND Justin's Dad! Whee! I'm so evil to poor little Hotshot! But hey, her dad is JASON FREAKING TODD! AND RAPHAEL KISSED HIS LITTLE GIRL! THERE WILL BE BLOOD!
