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- I'll start with mine. It's Graham with an 'e'. The 'e' is for that extra quality, douche-y my parents were going for immigration from another country.
He was running a long, thin staff, the same staff that had crippled him and healed him and cut him and cut him again and then restored and tortured him. - John. - He said, poking Dick.
Do you know my name, Batman ? - He asked.
When he took a deep breath and said. - His name is Henry Graham Douchey. - He said
Bruce couldn't see him from this angle, but he heard Dick's soft growl, but even so , he didn't know if it was Dick if he was alive or dead , he didn't know if in some of his hallucinations , and if he still would come out alive ...
The u had his sanity back and he would recognize himself , or someone else had no vision , his right eye was blind and his other eye gradually darkened blood in his vision, which did not really concern him , he knew it would be one more torture...
His vision depended on Henry's magic , which was likely to be painful ...
Even though he remembers this same conversation a few months ago maybe he didn't know when ...
Then he was blinded, and the pain of mystical surgery without any anesthesia was enough to paralyze himself, to scream like anything he could to stop, to beg, meant absolutely nothing to his captor.
It was possible that Dick was unconscious.
He tried to calculate how much time had passed since his capture and how long it took to heal , how long it was from one torture session to the next , but his disorientation was still very serious , he didn't know if anyone was looking for him if anyone was worried he was disposable ...
Remembering what he thought, what after all in some flashbacks , he tried to kill his old companions ... And of course if that were true.
He tried to kill, even Superman ..., he didn't know for sure ...
And the voices were louder , less cloudy and the presence was close to him, next to him.
- Peter. - He said, with a tug on Jason, who resisted and growled.
Save your strength, you idiot, Bruce wanted to say.
At least Jason had his clothes.
His own nakedness was alarming, as his purpose was not entirely clear.
The room was cold, colder than the cave had always been.
Bruce suppressed his chills.
- And ... You. Your turn. Go. - The cold end of the iron bar pressed against your sternum.
Somehow miserable , he managed somehow he kidnapped Dick and Jason he didn't know , when but he even managed to get gagged , he couldn't remember, just being cut , stabbed in chains and he couldn't connect his mind properly, and there beside you, murky and completely naked eyes perched ...
While he knew they were keeping them close to not see more of his dead henchmen, there were already several of course ... He didn't know for sure. - But nothing would stop you from letting go and killing some others if you had the opportunity ...
- Come on, the middle name? Rhymes with ...? - He laughed.
More than a gasp, laughter or maybe even snorting sound that was too young for your face. - Okay, so let's ask me that instead.
How many people know your middle name? You do, that is one. Alfred does, which is two. Bruce's head came with a shove on Alfred's behalf, and he knew he didn't have enough to mask his alarm.
How does this man know the things he knew?
For the moment when his deep concern was not being tied up naked in some, serial killer made for the TV set, but the breach of security.
- I will not go after Alfred if you tell me about the other members of the league. - Said.
The cameras were intriguing after all , he wanted posthumous memories ...?
- Tell me, the remaining names of the members of the dark justice league ... - Said approaching with the staff at some point he released it on the table and took his staff. - I already had the others. - Said. - We need more. - Said. - We already have the identities of the main members of the justice league.
- It was easy to discover his identity and easy to know where to find Clark Kent ...
- It said. - It was very easy, first I have someone who knew him, second he was his trusted ally. - Continued. - And after Bruce Wayne would finance Batman, he finances the league, so many investigations , so many parameters, it was very easy, so much so that it would be more difficult to steal a child's candy.
- You and a rich man, Batman has cars and keeps asking how not to save Superman, and you invest in Gotham and all the armaments. - It said.
- The only thing I need now and the rest of the justice league, the reserves, you could take revenge on them to take revenge for your carelessness, for allowing me not to kidnap you and really, I could just steal from you, but I can improve the situation is not, Bruce. - Said passing the staff by its external. - By yourself. - Said.
- We have the death deal. - Said. - I will take my word for it. - Said. - I will help you to get rid of pain and captivity. - Said.
- How about a deal? - Bruce kept his voice level, and as unfriendly as possible.
His throat was a little drier than he had thought it would be, so perhaps more time had elapsed than he had initially calculated. - I'll tell you, if you let them go. - Said
- Hmm. - He seemed to be considering it.
His face was playing some dim chime on Bruce's head. Cheekbones wide, deep-group eyes.
An almost childish smile, but at least forty years, judging by the lines around the eyes. Maybe more.
- You set them both free. - He said towards Henry ...
Then he got a laugh, rattling everything.
- And lose my ace against you? - He was laughing.
The thin little tuft of brown mouse-colored hair, debating over a part of his forehead.
- One of them then. - Said. - And I haven't killed any henchman in two weeks. - Said. - And I want to ask you something. - Said.
A malicious gleam appeared.
- Three weeks. - Said.
- Closed.
And he said with a smile. - Which?
- But then, who was the man with the red eyes. - Asked without thinking.
- Who's the coyote? - I wanted to know.
- Well ... - He seemed to think about it.
- I'm going to die anyway. - Said. - What difference does it make if you tell me all your secrets. - Said. - I'm beyond salvation. - Said.
- Well well. - He said looking in your direction. - It is true. - He's called the big ghost thing. - Said. - Do you remember the corpses in the dome? - He asked.
- Yes. - He said.
- The Coyote is Joe Chill. - He said. - Not that you'll remember later. - He said.
- He's an ally of the Ghost Wolf. - He said.
- Who...? - Asked Batman.
- He killed them all, you realize that not all of them are from the same period. - Said. - Over the centuries that he lived it all came down to him hunting a member of a descendant of an enemy of his. - Said.
- Is he the leader of the sect? - I wanted to know.
- Yes. - He said.
- Then and the red eyes. - I wanted to know.
- What did you say. Your captor looked in your direction . - How did you see him? - Were you dead? - Said.
- What ... - He unexpectedly changed the subject ignoring the passage and turned to his pupil ignoring the passage and returning to the previous conversation.
- Well. - He said looking suspicious. - He has these eyes when someone is about to die he sees the mark of death. - Said.
- Well, apparently this is your destiny. - He said.
"So are you going to tell me about an identity?" - I wanted to know.
Bruce shook his head. - Both don't go, or I don't say.
- This is cheating, my Brucie. - He said.
The rod poked again. - Choice
He glanced at Jason, who called Dick. He couldn't turn around enough to see Dick, but Jason's eyebrow twitch told him Dick needed medical attention. "Night wing," he said.
- Sorry, wrong answer, you can't walk yet. He'll wake up in a little while.
- Too bad, boy it seems that you are the second option again.
- This has to be smart, a better choice. - He said.
The rod touched his thigh.
He advanced higher, and pushed at his groin.
Bruce's inspiration was louder than he wanted it to be.
- It still scares you. - He said.
- Now, I will take revenge. - Said. - And I'll get it out of you anyway. - Said. - As long as you scream. - Said.
- I know that someone who knows the identity of the league I know that soon there will be no agreements. - It said. - I'll get you out of your crazy mind.
Bruce said nothing.
The rod was hung lazily around his groin, poking emphatically in his testicles.
- If I knew how to start from within you that identity, - the man said .
- And that probably worries you, wouldn't it? I mean, this is something that no one knows, outside of themselves, your butler, your allies to bat family and your best friend, right?
- Hey, you want to know how I know Superman knows? Come on, tell me the identity the weaknesses of each one way to defeat each one of them, I would not need more you could go in peace. - It said closer closer poking your groin
- Let's tell me. - You could just get some rest. - His hoarse whisper and wheezing laugh asked in his ear.
" You won't tell, won't you want to take revenge on the justice league?" - Asked in his ears.
- No, not now, not this way ... - He tried to choke.
- Yeah, well ... - He said in his ear. - Sooner or later you won't have a choice. - Said with a diabolical whisper.
Bruce just looked at him.
The man laughing at him , the same one whose sound was snorting curiously as before , and who would torment his dreams in the future.
- Oh, you will never ask, how do I know, how I want to get the information out of you. - Receiving a sick look in your direction.
- How do I know you and Batman?
- How ? - Asked looking directly into his eyes.
- I would love. - Bruce said.
- No, and forget about it. - He said.
- He is the reason why we went after you in the first place. - He said.
- Because we don't have the time of history in its place.
- Hey. - And he came up behind Bruce, hit the stick on Dick's chest, from the sound.
There was a sigh of air, and a small cry.
- Stop this. Bruce snarled.
- Why would I do that, Bruce? Asked Henry. - You didn't promise. - Said.
- He needs to hear the story.
- History is important.
Once upon a time, he had heard himself once upon a time, there was a great and powerful warrior, whose name was unknown he was the black knight if the silver fox and the red thing, he had enemies , he had allies equally and above all . ..
That man was from a tribe, the bat was a good man, but he made a deal. - It said.
Knowing that he knew secrets and besides him there was another who was the son of another warrior, the great bat warrior, he had a mother, that mother she was the raven mother his protector .
When he saw her as a counselor, why he was the big red king , to which no one wanted him to be helped, but the bat helped coi the you and your fox and the crow.
The man there, realizing the situation, helped him, but evil people came and invaded the city of the coite and deceived the big bat, and when he tried to help he was stopped, and killed each one of them, the bat tried to help, but it was too late , and with that the coyote swore revenge ...
And that all those who were there one day, and their descendants would pay, he would go to each of them , to which he knew that to happen, no matter how much time passed.
A long time ago, he swore revenge in alliance with a witch , she was not Morgana, it was another, there was a prophecy that said that if the warrior died , his kingdom would die with him , but the Witch was angry manipulated by another and other people had an interest in a falling kingdom .
Even if he fell it would be the end of the bat city, he would be his enemies , but the power would be free for anyone to use the sword over his power, it could be someone else's and he would have the staff in his power, it would be someone else's. Morganiana walks free was manipulated her son manipulated another would be interested in claiming power.
Some say the wolf man and man coyote and the bat, they were allies, a third man these men in turn had their land stolen their wives raped her s dead brothers ... - he said.
- You know that the coyote and the wolf were interested in revenge he always repeats a name a name that makes him fight and take revenge. - Said.
- Which name? - He asked.
- Nathaniel . - Henry said ...
"No." said Bruce.
It seems to me that you've heard that. No, seriously, don't you think it's a little strange that they don't teach Bruce in school? At best it is some footnote in an AP Euro text.
While Nathaniel was a name passed down from generation to generation within the Wayne family.
- Said. - Pathetic. - The man turned in his chair.
It was something about the chair.
There was something I was trying to say to you.
- So, if I were writing for one of these high school biographies, you know, the ones with the illustrations, where everyone looks like demented child molesters
- Here's what I would say. I would say. - And he took a black leather book and approached Bruce ...
At that time, Bruce gained freedom for his own government, fighting in a way that no one has ever had before , that someone wanted that information, using guerrilla tactics, using his own strength and numbers against them from the enemy.
At what he, finally, boys and girls, at Bannockburn, he dared a pitched battle, the fiercest he ever fought and won.
That there is someone manipulating the strings that there is someone fooling other than that which is considered the base ã non is the vile ã what the other extreme there is someone wanting power for himself.
While he spoke as if he had a record player inside him ...
- That was when they , my brothers were now my family. - Henry said.
He became the liberating king, the one who was against injustice and oppression, but he himself was not able to save his kingdom or even himself ...
For each of le s not be able es to go against a prophecy and an invisible enemy ... That hunt each from thousand years ago. - Said.
That was when , they begged for help, someone came up who could help. - Said. - With a price.
The most famous king of the crimson ruin, the promised king never, blah blah blah. But do you know the part of the story most people don't? Most of the people
- I do not know what happened to him , after he died. The rod went up to Bruce's chest and pressed against his rib cage.
- They plucked his brain while his son had his heart ripped out and so the lineage was protected, and some of those who tried to kill them and raped their women and destroyed their village . - It said.
- And were el and s enemies each of them disappeared or hid it, or at least tried to, but gradually, no matter how much time passed, they were persecuted him the lurked if not they their offspring.
- And so he said. - And he hunted them, they chased them and he did to them what they did to their ancestors, their descendants, their family. - He said.
- He took her with him on the crusade, which did not end in a very useful crusade, by the way, thinking of making it to the guarded land, with the heart of his friend.
He came to nothing, as such dreams do not always d will in no way ...
The Nathaniel was killed, the heart lost the sword sinking back into the lake from a reserve, and to no one claimed his lineage , or hid from you. - Said.
At that time, when he was speaking. - And not for us not for the world even the supernatural world is missing living its own existence and the ancestor Nathaniel himself ...
Even though each one of them tries to hide, that to live hidden and that this one lives, he holds it with his sword that was stolen and who really interested the ruin of a forgotten kingdom .
Following his disappearance from his beautiful and beautiful entrails, without a heart, empty of the body of the king of the ruin of Morganiana the death of so many lords of the night ...
The man moved closer, his inches from the mouth of Bruce's ear. - Bruce is your middle name I know you, I know your ancestors I know a man from your family's past , the name passed on in your family.
- He sat, smiling lightly on the lips . - And, Bruce, it is true, but as you can see there is always someone pulling the strings who would be beyond me in the league's identity who would know better how to eliminate monsters from the face of the earth. - He said.
- Knowing that he is not just a descendant of himself , and that we have found the names of the heroes, but several of them from these cronies, this man is in the league of justice. - Said.
If I'm done with you now. - It said. - There will be no turning back. - And you will join us and thereby help us hunt down the last of the descendants of the men who attacked the village. - Said.
- You will undergo a small change. - Said. - And he had become Nathaniel again . - Said. - You will be back to who you always were. - Said.
Then, when he stabbed him and he cut, stabbed and beheaded and then and he used his kids to bite him .
He even so, was conscious when the two , Dick and Jason kneeling as coyotes , they gnawed and tore into their own hands.
- Come on guys, keep going. - Said Henry and he using his staff drinking his blood and eating his organs ...
Then, when they made it to the staff , using it to make them cannibalize Bruce and them when they were free of control even if it was more than 10 minutes s.
All this, it was repeated, until they vomited , they got up to attack Henry , his attacking laughing, and it was a maniacal laugh , moving away, lifting his staff , he bewitched them and so they were thrown .
Then they were dismembered, healed and tied, after hours of screaming, moments later Henry, well he was addressing Bruce and the man eaten and torn, he was healed and levitated towards the stretcher ... , without forgetting that what it was like to see, feel and hear, his screams, while his organs grew again.
It was a few days later , when he woke up standing in the direction of a new mission was a penguin casino he was taken and torn apart all the birds in P inguim .
When he looked around, he saw a familiar face, he looked at Petrovsky and then he killed the Penguin's bodyguards by levitating and dismembering and blood falling like rain around the place, and leaving after Petrovsky negotiated ...
At some point when he returned ...
- Let's play S mile. - Said the voice.
The man's face swam in and out of focus.
Bruce swayed on his hook.
His arms were shaking, and he didn't know why.
Fever, that was it.
The pain was not in his leg anymore , it had taken his body lower.
It was the one that followed the lowest to the pedestal and then he began to realize that he had already been healed and had been used again on some mission , if it was real .
He used his stick again , vibrating and resonating vibrating like to touch a song and pushed for ç into his stomach from one side to another side to side in rhythmic circles in time ...
When and le made ..., n O s in your guts , fiddled and fidgeted , as each party was on fire and get off blood , dripping as he fidgeting and fidgeting and soon his intestines were exposed ...
They were long s is smooth , light as casing , taking and taking and taking and then when I was on the edge , he put it back with twists and turns in the middle of her cries and laments his black and prominent STAIN tears and more tears of pain ...
In which his wet claws were licking his blood and thus putting them back in the midst of his screams .
He made the watch, the wide-eyed Jason and Dick and so he did not back the darkness swallowed the longer stand for an endless cycle of blessed darkness , pain and suffering abyss.
Then it went up his chest and opened his rib cage , he removed his heart , still beating rhythmically , if they were dreams , he knew it wasn't, the pain was very clear, and random sounds in his voice screaming .
At that moment, he used magic as a god shapes man , he floated for all saviors to see and reverence and perhaps save him, and so he put it back ...
He couldn't find it anymore, because it was everywhere.
After his leg had been broken, and restored and successively over and over again, after his organs were exposed and replaced, and several torture sessions, and using his children as his own instrument of torture ...
In which the man had released his chain and let it fall to the ground, right on his leg.
This had been the most agonizing moment; which had been what he broke, but still sensitive and still exposed and several bones replaced on the altar ...
He had rolled the concrete and lost in painful sobs, praying for God pagan or to even a demon erase the existence of your pain stop, but blackout would not come so early ...
- How about I help with that a little ... - He said in a smile , using the vibrant staff , he positioned it towards you pointing at his body ...
He floated his body in languid movements being watched by everyone and soon took him over the pedestal like any magician in a levitation show ...
E m then it was levitated up and down up and down until it with a huge bang , and the command u up and down with tremendous violence he had fractured spine and came up with the flow of the darkness beside him.
- You know that both magic and soul , mind and body go hand in hand , it all depends on our for ç the will ... - said between small electric waves and spasms in your body .
It was in the next moment, when the man impaled his body , and pushed the stick into his anus , vibrating and vibrating electricity running through his body , dripping sweat and moaning and wheezing cries ...
- Our bodies are controlled by our will and our soul and body may be sent to wherever we want, we can win the magic with only a fixed and coherent thought, only wish and enough for our for ç the will or our chakra . ..
We may be immune to magic because our mind is more powerful than any magic, and only our mind that commands this and our greatest power ...
Now that he really thought that , the mind stronger and more powerful than any magic, and a fight of wills.
- Stocking it with the staff with several shoves, electric waves and screams he screamed with each shove and felt he hit a beam
While his nerves screamed m, while the man stroked and pumped his penis and gave him small slaps on his member , his legs were wide apart, his eyes wide open ...
- Everything depends on our thinking and so we can unite mind and body and thus we will overcome any obstacle to magic and a constant battle of will ...
As now, he too , like me, we are able to heal our own body with just the strength of the mind ...
Knowing that everything that can keep us young forever if we evolved if we only wish we can overcome the most powerful of the magicians, neutralize the most powerful of the spells and destroy the most powerful magical objects even if they are considered eternal and indestructible ... - He said in the midst of pushes and thrown.
That's when , he ejaculated amid shouts and this was not only the first , came after many, he pushed for with O to and raped for hours and hours of magic and receptacles litany ...
It was classes in magic and mind power, when he remembered about control and magic and how to use it and he said mind about the subject ...
Then he said. - Magic is a fight of will ... - Henry said ...
The fog that enveloped him now was a comparative mercy.
- Rich, rich always with a lot of money, like the man asked. - Come on, now you have to play.
Oh, you're not paying attention, you are.
I'm going to order one of these boys.
No, no, I'm here, leave them alone , he tried to say.
No sound came out.
- Chocolate Cake? No, that doesn't seem right. - The man was in Jason now.
He ran his hand over his shirt.
Jason backed away and made a face.
None of them were broken.
They were strong, all extremely strong.
- I believe there is a long way to simply break , they are strong.
When they looked at his direction, he imagined that they were having all the conversations with their eyes. He imagined Jason forgave him.
He imagined Jason was telling him he loved him.
Sometimes, he imagined the wall in ruins, and Clark walking through it, lifting this hook, taking it away.
He hated it when Clark flew , him somewhere.
Hated and loved it. Hated for how much he loved it.
Clark would be here soon or never again, at some point he would no longer exist ...
And this moment never came , he never rescued him ...
And he missed it so much at this very moment , he just felt the pain of loneliness that he always sought ...
But again he was wrong, the power of Clarck would not serve to face Henry, he had no strength against magic.
- Rich as ... Bruce Wayne. - The man's laughter was breathless and strangely childish. - And the poor as ...
- Well, a church rat would be the usual answer. - But it would be more like a cockroach, I don't have much interest in this type of comparison ... - He said. - Seeing a man like me molest them. - Said stroking. - What do you think?
It didn't take more than a week for the rape to start again, a stick or a penis or any other long, sinuous object like the staff he used to conjure the party night monsters ...
Several and several times he looked as if nothing could see the magician made a point of doing in front of each rape ...
And of course if it wasn't him, he would do it with each one of them, and in this situation he would have no way of stopping it as it has been happening.
And the times when he took Barbara to show that he could and right in front of him ...
And his vineyard rape followed by screams and seguid the d and her moans , grunts , gasps and puffs of air and tears at the end.
And he saw her crying and screaming laugh with every thrust , every stroke , every move and soon every part of his body ached was days or weeks he did not know torture after torture ...
One long and torturous day, he was at the end of that moment lying down , resting from his last rape section , he was facedown, trapped between chains , he looked and looked and with a scalpel , he came over and said in his ears to neither of the two closest hear ...
- That and in case you run away ... - Licking your ear globules , a scalpel , making painful incisions on your back ...
That was what it seemed to cut into fillets , he was reciting low in his ear , he felt blood running down his sides , he heard the resounding song and the man continued.
- If you escape from me before the twentieth full moon on the day I will deliver you in my place ...
Although on the day of the final move , it was well on the move. - Said. - When you became Nathaniel again ...
At that time , when I spend another fifteen summers, I will find you anywhere, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and your soul will be marked to be tortured in my place ... - Whispering.
- You are marked to die ... marked as a sacred offering ... like a lamb at the sacrifice ... - You are mine and no one else's. - Said. - And he says. - I want you to be mine. - Said. - I want you more for me. - Said. - Than in the cause of Lupus. - Said.
- You wo n't run anymore, you won't walk anymore and you will be ready for the slaughter ... - He said in his ear ...
- But the poor as an orphan boy adopted by Bruce Wayne would work just as well.
He had both hands on Jason now, running them up and down him, grabbing his buttocks, on his chest. Dick squirmed and growled.
- You already wondered. - And he whispered, - Why does he like them so poor? It is because he likes them powerless.
If they are impotent, there is no, a question as there are so many children, so small ...
No one to say no to him when he slides into his room at night.
- There is no one who can run when he puts his big paw down his little Star Wars botton pajamas and feels his little goosebumps.
- How did you feel, having to swallow that thick meat, putting your little lips around that thing? It's such a big penis , so juicy, spongy and soft, isn't it?
He made his first miscalculation, he took a step very close to Dick.
Dick had exceeded the limit, finally had enough movement, where he hung, to curl his legs, and launched both powerful limbs into the lower half of his tormentor's body.
He knocked off his feet, knocked the wind off him with a gasp , but at that time he really received a laugh, a slap and a battered staff ...
He scrambled for the remote and tapped Dick's collar. Dick squirmed and howled behind his gag.
The man, enraged , his face was a growl twisted with hatred and finally with a maneuver , he arrested him and with that, he saw that for the first time it was known of many he raped him slowly and thus removed the gags and heard the worst scream I could hear ...
Meanwhile, in which he saw trying to close his eyes, but it seemed that he wanted to see him and so while riding him and saw that with a flick of his staff he launched a blast towards him.
To his horror , he made him open his eyes amid the frantic movements of his hips and the pounding of his pelvis, the shaking of his limbs, the slaps of skin against skin , he saw in horror the screams of Dick , the one who moaned and screamed and screamed , he heard his growls in the middle of it with breath and growls he said with a snort ...
- I'm trying to help you face your problems. - He spit through the frantic movements - You ungrateful shit.
The clinking of the metal, thick and disgusting, and in a frantic movement. - And you really want it, you always wanted it.
In a jerk and another jerk the frantic beats he impaled him amid the screams. - You and a little bitch a real bitch - And he raped them taking turns for several minutes , he stocked and raped him and after several minutes he released him Dick ...
It was at that time that he tied him up, Bruce saw the blood running between his thighs and his exposed hole, even so Dick .
He fought himself, released him with fury he tied him up again and with the remote control.
Dick hung upside down, naked and bleeding and stuffed his staff inside him impaling and pushing a few more times between animal screams and moans of pain, until he heard no more ...
An evil smile , he tied it up , spitting in his face - V postpones and whore, and dirty with a paste like sewage dirt. - Said the man.
He turned to Bruce. - Blind how? Oh, come on, this is easy.
It is my best joke, you have to get this one.
He was walking along a metal table a little closer.
He had a syringe for something.
He fired a jet of clear liquid at his tip, and advanced on Dick . - Come on, it's not difficult . - And he meowed , groaned , screamed his name and licked his flesh. - You have this worked out, for sure. Oh wait. - He paused. - I must tell you to have a good look around you. On here. -
When he stepped over, he removed Dick's loose mouth gag, grabbed his chin and turned his face to Bruce.
- You may want to take a good look. - He said towards Dick
- If you hurt him. - Bruce managed, the weakest of whispers.
- Wow, you're not really getting the point here, it's you.
He was hurt a long time ago, and many times and you saw it, you saw it and you can't do anything, and you can't do anything before or now - He let go of Dick's chin, and then the man went after him, somewhere that I couldn't see. He saw a hand running down his spine.
There was a sharp legal pin at the base of his neck. "Blind as." The voice purred in his ear.
So when he saw between what would be hallucinations and many animal screams and choked moans ...
When he woke up mobilized, he saw Dick blind as a bat , in which he was taken towards that well-known tank , he was kept among that pit of spirits .
Then he felt light, he floated trapped and tied , green and evil flames and he floated and was kept trapped and yet he kept forgetting ...
That moment when there was that deputy in Central City and he cut him up and stayed there when he saw a member of the justice league coming towards him , it was some reserve member the black ray .
Where he played on the floor literally sweeping the floor and playing away from that place , when he was taken away when he had a relapse and quartered some member s of that organization ...
There were fingers in his hair.
- Nice thick hair - And he was saying it tenderly. - Lovely and dark and thick.
You have that baldness, though.
I bet you always had that.
It works for you. Widow's Peak, they used to call that , but you won't have a widow, will you, because you and the ladies, not so much, huh?
Hey, do these boys know how much you like to fuck other boys in the ass? Did you practice in your tiny holes when you were younger?
Fingers grabbed his hair, pulled his neck back.
The lips were on his ear.
- Blind as a bat, fuck doll.
Then he launched it and said. - Look. - Said sending paralyzed and said. - And Jason's turn, Bruce.
- Feel the needle , which you inserted into your neck. - And now he's just as blind as a bat.
When soon after lowering again , he continued to find Jason tied and like that with a button , he hung Jason, this struggling and struggling with the chains that held him ...
Those who were blind eyes, he raised his legs apart and naked amid the balance ç air currents and his body , he raped her long and straight without any facilitation ...
Hearing his cries and moans , he saw with his eyes still open, he used it as a puppet he destroyed it over and over and over and over again without any mercy and without rest hanging and molested ...
- I'm doing, what you've always wanted to do, from the moment you laid your eyes on them. - Said between the thrusts.
Hurting so deeply so serious and degrading , he screamed first , groaned later , screamed falling again , feeling dirty , with dirt in places previously unknown without any of them being able to see ...
It was where he was going , where your dirt and darkness took him , their bodies did not move more , without blind movements s and paralyzed s ...
When he screamed and realized he had no voice, he feared for Jason he feared the consequences he saw without wanting to see, he feared for Dick, he feared for himself and his fates he didn't know , even if it was going to happen or how long it would happen, or if it would escape ... If it escaped and how much the world was unfair.
Jason screamed and tears streamed from his eyes , he groaned and screamed , blood dripped from their input and blood down her co x the.
I didn't know for sure how much time passed , it still hurt , I still felt the tingling , I still felt the dirt , he heard regrets , I didn't know for sure where it came from , the darkness never disappeared , more and more , falling without protection , without salvation , he didn't feel his legs , he felt nothing , not even his own salvation ...
Several hours after the rape session , he addressed Bruce , seeing Jason hanging and stretched , moaning and wailing , he said with his flaccid penis hanging between his robes.
When he gave something bitter and disgusting for him to drink, he felt nausea and dizziness, a drowsiness and regret, dizziness and more dizziness ...
Choice. - Did you hear ... - Choose quickly, not the other way ...
He did. He really did. If the drink had been in front of him, he would have drank it. But the part of him that wanted life fought and fought.
He couldn't drink.
He could drink only small sips.
That way, he would die of hunger or dehydration.
It would be slow and painful.
Knowing that he did not deserve life , but in the end, he gave in ..., he said everything he wanted to know ...
For why, so that he could have a few more days of miserable life?
Yes , he said the thing inside him, yes . What an incredible thing, after all these years, to discover this: how desperately, deeply, powerfully he wanted to die.
- You'll tell me your secrets. - I asked affectionately. - And then , you can have your revenge. - It said. - I will take revenge for you. - Said.
- But before I get there. - And the voice was right in your ear, hand back in your hair. - Before that, you have to choose. - It said
His head was clearing now.
He frowned. What does the man mean? Choose your method of death? But that doesn't make sense.
- Choice. - Said the voice, his hand caressing her face. - You can stay with you, but you have to go.
You will choose one of these boys. - It said. - Get rid of them and keep you until you die at the right time. - It said.
It happened in the midst of hallucinations, he saw beasts through barriers ...
Ravens to the mountains , were some big s nuve ns black crows out of a tree and he saw several bats hanging around those bodies , in that cave, which raged spread through the mountains , that great twilight .
Then when he flew around , and it obscured every mound of blood-red earth , dripping from the heavens and thick clouds and so the voice of the abyss said ...
- Choose ... - It was immense hair like thick black tentacles with a tree crown as if obscuring the sky and swallowing an endless abyss and black waves of earth to an immense vortex ...
His chest collapsed. There was nothing in your experience of this man who said he was lying. - One will live. - And he whispered, - And the other one will die.
Lie. - He told himself, the voice agreed.
- Now, you will decide. If you refuse to decide, I will kill them both. I will do it painfully while listening to music. Maybe you will even be able to say that that I am killing, maybe not.
- But I'll do it. Do you believe that I will do this?
Bruce nodded.
- Are you ready to choose? - He asked
- Now? - He mumbled the word.
- Yes. - Bring the light. - I will take your children out of here safely.
- I'll let them plead their case with you.
- But let me explain something. - It said. Whoever you choose for life will be drugged and taken far beyond those stops . - It said. - It would be trucked off the surface, and deposited many, many miles away from this place. - Said.
The moment he wakes up and finds help, you and your partner will be long dead. You understand this? There is no hope of any help coming. You accept that now, don't you? - It said. - They will have no way of knowing where you are. - It said.
- Yea
- Great. So, we can talk like men. - He said. - Whatever you choose to die, I'll leave it to you. - It was a decrepit conclusion.
- There's not much time to choose. - It said. - Think a little. - And so you left him now.
- And he says. - And I do not envy you that comfort. - Said. - Then you may want to let that make your decision for you. - Said.
- Which one will be more comfortable for you, in the time that you have left?
- I'm dropping your jokes now. Are you ready to choose?
There was only silence. There was a drip of water and a noise of running water, a stream or a waterfall .
It was somewhere. On the surface , the voice had said.
Sewerage. Fuck to hell. Clear. He saw more mummified children's bodies around him ...
While the Gotham Sewer System had been completely replaced last year, the old components and routing stations were ignored altogether.
They must be in some abandoned branch, down in the dam that would lead out, towards the forest, between one of the passages that flowed between the cities of Gotham and Metrópoles .
That place, it was a long time ago near the city , more at the end and out of nowhere , so whatever your decision, possibly one of them would be safe, away from that dungeon, close to someone who could help ...
The chair, the slat-backed former president's office the man had been sitting on before.
From the table of some unused long routing station.
This was what your brain was trying to tell you.
Well , he would have no choice to follow , and he realized that his time was running out, in one way or another he would not return the same, if he did, at best he would not be someone else ...
Not that it mattered, at this point , whether he was dead or alive was not his choice in this matter.
He put together the part of him that was not broken, the part that remembered who he was. I ... I ... I can't ... Choose. - And he gasped.
- I was afraid of that. I'm going to kill them both, do you see that? - Said
- Will ... No ... Choose. - They were the only words the mouth knew.
- Bruce. - D isse the voice of Dick. He sounded strong and whole. - You have to. Get Jason out of here. He'll be fine. - He begged desperately.
- Shut up, Grayson, you son of a bitch. - He snarled. - For the first time in your goddamn life you will stop being so noble. Bruce, you fucking cunt, listen to me.
Grayson is hurt, he's hiding it, you need to get him out of here and then we'll think of something - I pleaded in the darkness.
- Bruce, no! Don't listen to him, He ... can't ...
The laugh that bounced off the concrete walls was loud and enthusiastic, the kind of laugh that made it hard to breathe, genuine belly laughter.
He looked like he was rolling on the floor, maybe. - Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. - And he sighed. - This is much better than I could have planned it. Oh God, I love you guys so much.
You have been the best. Seriously, you made me so happy.
This whole set of things has been wonderful, incredible, but this is the absolute best. - R going between laughs
- Bruce. Muttered Jason, but then it looked like something interrupted him. A blow of some kind. There was a fighting sound, a groan.
- And now the games are over - said the voice.
It was low, and all the laughter had been erased from him. - Jason, tell him what I'm doing.
- Son of a bitch has a knife in Dick's throat. - Jason said, and there was a problem in his voice ... - There is blood. Bruce.
Air, air, there was not enough air. - Choice! Cried the demented voice. - Choose, then help me, or I push this into your windpipe very clean and fucking right now! Choose who lives, say the name, say, say , I know you mean the name, say the name you mean you son of a bitch ...
And he wouldn't know how to say he went crazy ...
It was too much for him.
He chose, heard screams, but said nothing else, someone calling him when his jugular was cut, and he didn't scream ..., dumb ...
- Let there be light ... - He heard a sick and amused voice ...
At times like this he restored the vision that by magic to see that Jason wrapped in blood and guts, he was being cut, Dick mutilated and there was no choice in any of his decisions he just watches.
He was a coward, useless , you don't give me any of the names, before your name gets rid of you and takes everything you have and your sanity, you will gradually go blind and crippled I will destroy you ...
It was so blind, you blind broken bag of shit, choose who lives , the name, the name, give me the name
- Give the league names ... Your revenge ...
He gave them ... gave everything he wanted to know ...