Disclaimer: I Don't Own Young Justice!
WARNING: Blood, Torture, Disturbing Imagery
Drip Drip Drip
Every breath was heavy and labored.
His nails dug into the stone floor cutting up into the skin of his fingers.
But he paid no attention to it. Every inch of his being focussed on the pain.
Pain that he shouldn't have felt.
But he did.
His back was on fire. Scorching, agonizing, unbearable pain.
Every stroke of the knife burned through his skin, sending boiling spasms through his body.
He could taste the copper in his mouth mixed with the salty liquid that had slipped down his face.
But nothing was worse than the disappointment in his master's eyes.
He shouldn't feel pain.
He shouldn't.
"Do you feel it?"
No no no no
Please no.
"Yes." He croaked.
A rough boot slammed into his raw back. A helpless cry escaped his lips as he tumbled to the ground face first.
The pain flared on his back. It was excruciating.
He wanted to scream.
He wanted to die
Instead he sobbed onto the floor not daring to get up.
He didn't deserve to stand in his masters presence after failing.
Utterly failing.
"FIGHT IT!" Owlman yelled, boot digging into the talon's back once again.
He resisted the urge to cry out, teeth digging into his lower lip.
But he didn't move to get up. Instead he let himself lay there, bathing in the pain.
"Pathetic." his master groweld. "What pathetic thing you are- to be a descendant of my father and his father and my great grandfather!"
"No grandson of mine would stoop so low." he snarled.
His breath hitched, blood trickled down his chin.
He could feel the rough stone pressed against his face.
But that would change.
a passion sparked in his heart.
He scraped his raw palms against the floor, trying to regain his strength. Breathing heavily his shoulders rose until his face was just inches off the ground.
He could feel Owlman's daring gaze burning into his head.
He was not pathetic.
With every ounce of strength he had left he gargled out four words.
"I am your grandson."
Owlman crouched down, just inches above the talon's head.
"Prove it." He hissed.
In seconds his clawed fingers were entwined in the talons black locks, yanking his head back and slamming into the stone floor.
And then again, and again.
A sickening crunch echoed the room and then another,
And another.
Over and over again
Every hit sparked the fire in his soul.
The passion burning through his broken body. Until he could feel pins and needles encompassing his injuries.
He was swallowed up in the breathless fire burning within him.
And then nothing.
He felt nothing.
Head throbbing against the ground, his bloody lips curled down into a grimace.
The talon threw his head back slamming it into his master's face. Owlman stumbled back allowing him to push himself off the ground. All at once he spun around yanking the blood stained knife out of his master's hands.
Owlman growled fists clenching. But before he could move, the talon bowed his head and held out the knife to his master in submission.
A smile appeared on the masters face.
He placed one hand under the talon's and with the other he gracefully picked up the before pulling it away he let the sharp edge pierce the talons palm.
He didn't even flinch.
"What do you feel?" The master asked
Expression unchanging, the talon spoke,
"Nothing."
Absolutely nothing.
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