"His name is Damian al Ghul," said Talia, from the head of the great staircase. "Or to give him the name my father bestowed upon him, Ibn al Xu'ffasch, 'son of the bat'".
'Son of the bat'?
Batman turned to stare at the Assassin.
'Son of the bat'.
He was a young man clad in the customary black and grey of the League of Assassins.
'Son of the bat'.
The sword held expertly in his grasp was slowly dripping blood. The blood of his own various adopted children.
'Son of the bat'.
The boy stood bathed in the moonlight coming through one of the large windows in the entrance hall. He had green eyes. Just like Talia. Just like Ra's. The eyes of a killer.
'Son of the bat'.
How old was he? 16? 17? The timing would fit.
'Son of the bat'.
Damian al Ghul. Damian…Wayne?
"No. Fucking. Way."
Red Hood was still on the ground, but Batman was relieved to hear his voice was as strong as ever.
"No fucking way!"
"Hood," growled Nightwing. "None of us are actually buying this; there's no reason to get so wound up."
"You do not believe me?" laughed Talia, leaping down to join the young assassin. The boy hadn't moved from his stance; clearly well trained.
"Damian darling, show them your face."
As the boy moved his hand slowly towards the clothe covering his face, Batman wanted nothing more than to stop him, to prevent him from confirming the truth. That this young man, this assassin with the cold, hard eyes of a seasoned murderer and with blood coating his sword, was his son.
The various Robin's may not believe, but he knew Talia too well; this is exactly the kind of stunt she would pull.
'Son of the bat'.
But he couldn't move, for once in his life, his training failed him. So, he could only stare in horror as the covering came down and his own younger self stared back. Cold. Unsympathetic.
"Holy shit." Whispered Red Robin. "It's true."
Red Hood gave a weak little chuckle. "When goody-two-shoes starts swearing, you know we're in some deep shit." It was a decent attempt at his usual levity, but the missing bravado showed how shaken he was.
"Talia," Batman was slightly horrified at how cracked his voice was. "How could you do this?"
It was a stupid question. She was capable of nearly anything. But he had thought that she at least cared about him more than this.
"Oh, come now beloved," Talia crooned. "I did it for you. I did it for us. You foolishly rejected my father's offer to become the Demon's Head after his death. Well, now we have someone better than you," she stroked the boy's head, in a cruel parody of affection. "With all your skills and my father's vision."
"You crazy bitch!" seethed Red Hood. "You cock-sucking cunt!"
Talia merely glanced at him coldly as he continued a tirade of profanities, all of which Batman himself would like to say, if it were not beneath him to do so. The fact that neither of his brothers attempted to chastise him suggested that they felt exactly the same way too.
"Now that you have a biological son beloved," called Talia over Red Hood's voice. "You no longer have need for these second-hand substitutes.
"Damian. Kill them."
In an instant, the assassin was taking on the three ex-Robins, Red Hood once more on his feet. Only now, his opponents were holding back, weary of injuring this boy who claimed kin-ship with them. The assassin had no such qualms and he coolly and expertly took them down.
Gritting his teeth, Batman went to help the boys, only to be intercepted by Talia.
"What's the matter beloved? He's merely pruning the dead wood."
She shouldn't have gotten in his way. Now when he looked at her, all he could see were her hate-filled eyes in the face of a boy that he should have known about. A boy who he should have protected from his mother's insatiable lust for power and his grandfather's insane ambitions. He could only imagine what that boy, his son, had gone through being raised by his mother's family.
Ra's al Ghul was one of his oldest enemies and his own children hated him. What horrors must he have inflicted upon his grandson, the son of his nemesis and the heir to his throne?
Blind with rage and confusion and regret, Batman attacked Talia.
They fought, punching, kicking, tearing at each other with tooth and nail, attempting serious injuries. While their children fought, whacking, stabbing, throwing, the assassin going for the kill.
Batman was lost to his emotions. All logical thought drowned by the knowledge that he had a son. A child of his own flesh and blood. A boy who had ended up with less of a childhood than he himself had. His son, the murderer.
A scream, blood-chilling in its fatality, ripped through the room.
Batman turned.
The boys had stopped fighting, all staring at the staggering Nightwing, who turned round to look at him before lowering his eyes down to the sword in his chest, the blade embedded through one of the seams between the armour plating.
No.
Nightwing started to fall.
"Dick!" In an instant, Batman was there, holding his eldest child in his arms as he slowly lowered both of them to the floor.
"Dick!" Tim was by their side, staring at the blade buried in his brother.
"Grayson!" Jason screamed. He was just behind Dick, right in Batman's eye line. "This is all your fault!"
Batman saw him raise his gun.
The near perpetual rain of Gotham fell from the night's sky, soaking the three figures as they hurried through the dark alleyway.
There was a gunshot.
His mother screamed as his father fell, her hysterical cries drowned out by another loud bang.
"Mother!"
His parent's blood spread across the floor of the alley, slowly surrounding the scattered pearls and the shoes of the sobbing child.
"I thought she would dodge it! Why didn't she dodge it?"
His world had been torn apart when his parents died. And history was repeating itself, as he watched that same devastation in the face of his son, as he cradled his mother's lifeless body in his arms.
Bruce had blamed himself for his parent's death when he was younger, even though he knew that he could have done nothing to prevent it.
Now Damian would feel the same about Talia.
How had he managed to be such a terrible father?
Dick was dying, Tim was distraught, Jason had just murdered someone, Talia was lifeless and limp in her son's arms.
He had thought he had risen above it, the madness that this city seemed to exude. But he had just dragged others down with him. In the end, he wasn't any better than the monsters he locked up in Arkham.
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The green plant she had just bitten into turned out to be surprisingly sweet in comparison to its tough and mossy-looking exterior.
Raven was actually beginning to enjoy the taste when her heart was ripped from her chest.
Dropping the fruit to the ground, she bent almost double in agony, coughing and retching as tears streamed down her face. This absolute agony was all consuming.
"Damian," she croaked.
Barely able to breathe through the tightness in her chest and hardly able to think, Raven managed to shape the magic in her mind to form a portal. It took all of her mental effort to stagger to her feet and stumble through the swirling purple light.
"Damian?" Raven dropped to her knees next to him, panting, head still spinning.
He turned to look at her.
She had forgotten how beautiful his eyes were, what an incredible blend of deep greens. Surprisingly, she found her breathing began to normalise and the dark spots that had been encroaching at the edge of her vision retreated. It still hurt, the pain was incredible, but as long as Damian was beside her, everything would be alright.
"Raven," he said, finally, in a small, lost voice. "You left."
And then he fell into her arms, clutching at her as if afraid she would disappear again. And they were one in their emotions, in their grief. This pain was his, but it was hers too. Lost and angry and alone and vengeful.
How could she have left? How could she have left Damian so utterly alone? He had needed her, and she had vanished.
Raven cried silent tears as she held him close. And through her tears, she took in her surroundings. Three people she didn't know were huddled around the dying body of another person she didn't know; and Talia al Ghul was laying grey and lifeless in a pool of her own blood, her head resting on Damian's lap.
"Erm, not to break up this charming moment," came a man's voice. "But who the fuck is she? And what the fuck is that light thing she came through?"
"Shut up Jason!" came an older, gruffer voice. It was slightly familiar, in an odd way.
Peering at them through her tears, Raven saw a man dressed all in black and dark grey. His cowl created the effect of two pointed ears on the top of his head, and on his chest was the silhouette of a bat. This must be the Batman. Damian's father.
She could feel their agony too, the suffering emanating from the people gathered around the man on the floor, barely clinging to life. Two of them thought of him as a brother; the Batman, as a son.
And then her attention was drawn to a small black object laying on its side near the grieving Bat family. It appeared to be a statue. A statue that looked all too familiar.
Her blood turned to ice in her veins.
"Damian," she whispered, horrified, as she looked back at him. "What's going on?"
He didn't seem to have heard her. "We need to get mother to a Pit. Now."
Raven hesitated, wanting to know why there was a figurine of Trigon lying on the floor, but she felt Damian's blind determination and knew what her priorities should be.
"OK," Raven formed a portal that led directly to the Lazarus chamber in Nanda Parbat. Talia had used the Pit before, her soul was already forfeit, so there was no reason for Raven to protest using it to heal her again.
Damian gathered his mother in his arms, and made his way through. Raven was about to follow him, when a voice called out to her.
"Wait," looking back, Raven saw the Batman standing, carrying the dying man. "I assume that leads to a Lazarus Pit. Let me take Nightwing there."
"You don't want to do that," she said. "The price, it's too…" She trailed off; the man with a red helmet covering his head – Red Hood, second Robin – was pointing a gun at her. Desperation radiated off him and the others.
"The Pit can save him," the gunman said, strained. "Move. The fuck. Aside."
She could have said no. She could have shielded herself and disappeared through the portal, but she couldn't let the man die. And she couldn't spend time healing him herself when Damian needed her by his side.
"You know the price," she said to the Red Hood, whose soul she could tell had spent time in her father's realm. "You might not remember, but you know. If you think you can put your brother through that, I won't stop you."
Without waiting for their decision, Raven stepped through to the Lazarus chamber in Nanda Parbat, leaving the portal open behind her.
Damian was approaching the glowing green water, his mother in his arms. He was about to climb onto the ridge when Raven appeared in the room and he paused to check the fluctuating light. Then, he froze as the Batman and his Robins followed her into the chamber.
At once, Raven felt the anger blaze in his heart.
"What the fuck are they doing here?!" he demanded, then he directed his words at them. "How dare you enter this sacred chamber! How dare you come here after what you did to my mother?"
"Something tells me we're not welcome." Murmured the boy without the helmet.
For a moment Raven was confused; the young man genuinely didn't understand Damian's words. But then she realised; Damian was speaking in his native Arabic, while Red Robin only truly understood English. As an inter-dimensional being, the ability to understand, speak, read and write any language was a gift Raven often forgot that she possessed; she had to concentrate to hear that they were speaking different tongues.
"Damian," said Raven, as she ran up to him, trying to distract him from his uninvited visitors. "Let me."
Using her magic, Raven levitated Talia into the Pit. Then, to the shock of his comrades and the fury of Damian, she levitated the Nightwing into the water too.
"I couldn't let him die," she muttered to a furious Damian. "He's your brother; I couldn't let you kill him."
She could tell, just by the dangerous glint in his eye, that he was about to explain to her, in great detail, why that didn't matter to him, when Batman's son burst from the green waters. Chocking and screaming, the young man leapt to the side of the pool, only to be restrained by his family as the temporary madness consumed him.
"This isn't right," muttered Damian, looking into the bright green depths. "It shouldn't take this long for mother to rise."
Raven frowned, but before she could voice an opinion, the chamber was filled with noise, as Ra's al Ghul, followed by his daughter Nyssa and lieutenant Lady Shiva entered the room.
"Damn it, Damian, we thought the Lazarus Pit had been compromised!" shouted Ra's, a mixture of annoyance and relief in his voice. "Although, it seems as though we were not entirely wrong." He continued, as his eyes swept over the Batman and his family. His gaze finally came to rest on Raven and a satisfied, almost relieved feeling touched Raven's senses.
"Ra's," grunted the Batman, as he struggled to maintain a headlock on the flailing Nightwing. "How many times have I seen you over the past few years? How many times have you neglected to tell me that I had a son, living right here, under your roof?"
"Well detective," smirked the Demon's Head. "I had thought you would figure it out on your own."
There was a stab of hurt from Damian and Raven understood that Damian agreed with his grandfather; he believed his father would have found out about his existence if he had wanted to.
She didn't know what to believe in regards to the Batman's ignorance, willing or otherwise. All she could do was let Damian know that she supported him. She took hold of his hand.
Damian blinked at her in blank confusion. But he didn't pull away. It was as though their separation had never happened.
"Not that I'm not finding this conversation riveting." Interrupted Nyssa, dryly. "But can I ask: what are you all doing in here?"
"Raven." Replied Damian simply. "Grandfather, that one killed my mother." He pointed behind him at the man with the red mask. "We came to restore her. But…" he stared mutely at the still veneer of the water.
Everybody else in the room looked too.
"What's wrong with it?" asked Red Hood, ducking out of the way of Nightwing's fist. "Why's she not coming out?"
"I'm not sure," muttered Ra's al Ghul. He walked over to the Pit and waded into the waters. He stopped near the centre and bent down. He rose with Talia in his arms. She was still dead.
"Detective," said Ra's, staring at his daughter's lifeless body. "What have you done?"
"Raven," Ignoring the escalating conversation between Ra's and the Batman, Raven turned to look at Damian. "You told me that your father created the Lazarus Pits."
She nodded in confirmation.
"Could he be doing something to stop my mother coming back?"
Of course, he could, but why would he?
Unfortunately, there was only one way to find out. Under any other circumstances she wouldn't have done it. She would have lived with the guilt of allowing someone to die rather than risk everything.
But this was Damian.
"Make sure no one disturbs me, OK?"
Closing her eyes, and blocking out the words and emotions of those around her, Raven opened up a part of her mind to her father.
At once, she knew that everything was wrong.
Her father wasn't filling her head. He was overflowing it. His presence was so overwhelming, it felt like he was standing right next to her. As though he had made it into this realm without her.
"It is nice to speak to you again, daughter," he spat, seething. "But don't think I am bringing back another member of that family again. They failed in their duty, and they drove you completely out of my control!" Her father's voice rang around her head, bouncing off the walls of her mind, filling up her senses.
Crying out, she collapsed. Or she would have, if Damian hadn't caught her.
"I don't know what's happening," she babbled. The pain in her head was too excruciating for words. All of her father's hate and anger and rage was streaming through her. "He's not going to bring her back."
"I know," said Damian calmly. "We can hear him."
Fighting through the pounding in her head, Raven looked up to see her father's eyes glaring down at her. For a moment, she thought that he truly had broken into this dimension, but then she realised that it was only his eyes – his four, flaming, red eyes – that were present, filling the air between the chamber's ceiling and the surface of the Lazarus Pit. The liquid of the Pit was no longer a gently bubbling green, but a boiling, roiling, foaming red.
Ra's – who seemed to have left its depths just in time – was staring horror-struck at its transformation, his daughter still held in his arms.
"How are you here father?" she cried out.
"Foolish girl. The Lazarus Pits originate in my dimension. The link between our realms are strongest where they are."
"What the fuck is that thing?!" screamed a man's voice from somewhere behind Raven.
She could hear other such exclamations and screams from the various inhabitants of the room.
"Lord Trigon," called out Damian's voice. Clear and decisive amongst the panicked cries. "I know I have no right to talk to you, let alone ask this of you. I know we failed you in the end, but my family kept your daughter safe and taught her much in the years she spent with us. Without our tutelage, I'm sure she would have directly opposed you long ago. Therefore, I beg you: please restore my mother's life."
A cruel, evil chuckle echoed through the chamber so loudly that the very foundations of the room quaked, dislodging a couple of stalactites from the ceiling. They came crashing to the ground, sending clouds of dust billowing around Trigon's eyes. The effect was to make them appear even more terrible, even more inhuman.
"You have spirit boy, and darkness in your heart. You would be a great asset to Trigon."
"No," Raven whispered. She could see where this was going. Her father truly did take delight in tormenting her.
"I will resurrect your worthless mother, if you pledge your soul to me."
"No!" screamed Raven and a gruff voice behind her. But the combined cries of Raven and the Batman weren't enough to drown out the calm and certain voice of Damian.
"I, Damian al Ghul, Ibn al Xu'ffasch, pledge my immortal soul to the service of you, lord Trigon."
The now-red waters of the Lazarus Pit began to bubble and foam even more, as her father's pitiless laugh rang throughout the chamber.
The insane screams of Talia al Ghul joined in the symphony, as she wrenched herself free of her father's grip. Leaping to an impossible height and distance for a human, she landed between her sister and Lady Shiva.
Having been present at many resurrections, they were prepared for the mindless attack that ensued.
"Poor Raven," came her father's deep tenor, in a genuine attempt at pity. However, he could not stop the quiver of delight that ran through his words. "It seems that the soul of the one you love is forfeit. I wonder what I'll do with him?"
"Stop it, just stop it," Raven screamed up at the floating eyes. "What do you want? What do you want me to do?"
"Discard that worthless human-side of yours. Lock it away forever so you can become the daughter I know you can be! A being worthy of my name!"
In the end there was no choice; there were a million reasons why she shouldn't, but it was Damian's soul in the balance. If she gave up her human-side trillions would be tormented, but neither aspect of herself would be able to live whilst Damian was suffering. She loved him too much, with all of her being.
Was this merely a fortuitous happenstance for Trigon? Or had this been her father's plan all along? Had he manipulated her into falling for Damian? A boy who was arrogant and vicious and heartless; who had trained her remorselessly, and so violently that she had given up healing her aching body at the end of each day; who had never given up on her, even when the rest of his family thought she'd never make it as an assassin; who had accepted what she was; who had never been afraid of her; who's soul had called out to her in his time of need. In the end, it didn't matter whether this whole situation had been planned or not; he was Damian. Her Damian. And she had to save him.
"I will," she whispered to her father. "But I don't know how."
"I will help you, my daughter." Gone was the mocking, hate-filled tone. Trigon's voice was now filled with kindness, or as close to kindness that a being created from malice could get.
It was strange; Trigon took delight in torturing her, but he genuinely cared about her in his own twisted fashion. She had always known this, which had always made it difficult for her to despise him; even now, when he was demanding something so abhorrent of her.
The flaming red eyes had grown smaller, and a shadowed outline of her father shaped itself before her. He reached out his hand towards Raven, and she stumbled towards it.
"No!"
Surprised, she blinked down at the hand gripping tightly onto her wrist.
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The chamber was in chaos, Damian barely understood what was happening. His mother was alive once again, but in the throes of madness that the Lazarus Pit usually bestowed, despite the fact that she hadn't been in the Pit when resurrected. She was currently engaged in combat with his aunt and Lady Shiva, her inhuman cries mingling with the disembodied voice issuing from the very walls of the room.
Raven hadn't been exaggerating when she had described her father to him. Trigon's very voice elicited the darkest emotions in Damian's soul. If it wasn't for his impeccable training, he would be attacking everyone as blindly as his mother was.
He had just sacrificed his soul to this monster, but that didn't worry him; as far as Damian was concerned, his soul had always been destined for some form of Hell.
So, why was Raven so upset? He could see it in her face, even though it had morphed into the one he had seen only when she lost control. Her four red eyes brimmed with unshed tears as she looked at him, and he didn't understand how to help.
"Poor Raven," the terrifying voice of Raven's father pierced Damian's heart. Its insincerity was as ugly as the emotions exuded along with its words. "It seems that the soul of the one you love is forfeit. I wonder what I'll do with him?"
'Love'? Raven couldn't love him. No one loved him, not even his mother or grandfather. And she had left him. Why would she have done that if she had feelings for him?
"Stop it, just stop it. What do you want? What do you want me to do?" Raven was staring up at those terrible eyes. Damian couldn't understand how she could bare looking at them. He had been trained since infancy how to disregard his fear, but this was testing even his barriers. In those floating red orbs, he could see death, destruction, despair. The miserable existence of countless souls trapped under Trigon's rule.
"Discard that worthless human-side of yours," screamed the monster. "Lock it away so you can become the daughter I know you can be! A being worthy of my name!"
"Don't do it!" he said, desperately, but she seemed not to hear him.
Dimly, he was aware of a multitude of other voices calling out. The voices of his father and the people around him, unable to move for fear of losing their barley-maintained hold on the still-struggling Nightwing.
He didn't even bother listening to what they had to say; he only had eyes for Raven.
"I will, but don't know how," she whispered, staring into her father's eyes.
"I will help you, my daughter."
Damian watched, in horror, as Raven began walking towards the figure made of black flame.
He couldn't let her do this; he had chosen to sacrifice himself. He couldn't allow Raven to lose half of her identity!
"No!" he shouted, grabbing onto her wrist.
She seemed confused. Staring down at his hand before looking up at his face.
"Raven, you can't lose your humanity. Trust me; I gave up mine a long time ago. Long before I even understood what that meant, and I'm a horrible person, barely even human. I'm not going to allow you to follow in my footsteps."
It was true, and it was only now, when she was about to take that irreversible step, that Damian realised how wrong he had been to try and make her more like him, and how right she had been to leave. It was her empathy, her compassion, her ability to love, despite everything that she was and despite everything that she had been through, that made Raven so unique. And the fact that, despite all he was and all he had done, he had managed to win the friendship of this good person, made him believe that he could be worth something, that perhaps he wasn't an irredeemable monster.
She stared at him, wide-eyed for a moment, before smiling gently.
"If I don't do this," she said softly, reaching up to stroke his cheek. "Save the man I love from my father, then my humanity will wither and die anyway."
Stunned, he could only watch as Raven took her father's outstretched hand.
"No!"
Out of the corner of his eye, Damian saw the Batman – his father – release his hold on Nightwing and start sprinting towards the two.
But it was too late.
There was an enormous explosion. Not a physical phenomenon, not quite. It was something that Damian had never experienced before, an indescribable sensation, as though he was using another sense for the first time. He could feel the impact on his very soul. It was wonderous and terrible. It was a new star bursting into life, and a dying one collapsing, dragging in everything around it.
Somehow, Damian found himself on his back, staring up at the cavern's natural ceiling. A lifetime of training kicked in and, before he was even fully aware of his situation, he was on his feet.
Trigon was gone. The black shadowed silhouette had vanished. The terrible eyes were nowhere to be seen.
Raven floated alone in the middle of the room. Her purple cloak was rippling around her, despite there being no breeze. Its hood was pulled up over her head, the peak hiding her face. In the depths of the shadow however, four red eyes glared out at the room.
They were, at once, both Raven's and not Raven's. He recognised his long-time friend and student in them, but where once there was one thing, there was now another.
Instead of kindness there was hate, instead of understanding there was contempt; the delight and wickedness though, he remembered from the times she would give into her darker impulses. It was difficult for Damian to comprehend; it was like Raven had been a pair of twins, but now one of them was dead. The remaining twin was still there, but it would never be the same without its counterpart.
Those burning red eyes scoured the room, slowly traveling over everyone there, before settling on Damian.
'Raven' tilted her head slightly.
"You know," she said finally. "You confuse me little human; I can never seem able to decide what to do with you."
A strange smile spread across her face. Just like her eyes, it was both familiar and strange.
"I suppose you're like I used to be though, so I can't really judge." She mused, floating towards him. "Like you said; you haven't quite managed to dispel all of the worthless attributes of humanity, but nobody's perfect. Don't worry," she whispered, stroking his face with both her hands. Her skin burnt, but he didn't pull away. "I can help with that."
And she kissed him.
Her lips were soft but insistent, her tongue sly and all-consuming. Damian hated it, and loved it. He buried his hand in her hair, wrapped the other around her waist and pulled her closer. Her touch, her very presence was making him loose his mind. She was utterly intoxicating. He would happily slaughter anyone who attempted to take her away from him.
Possession rolled over him in waves. Powerful, dark, all-consuming. She was his. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her. He could feel her agreement, her pleasure at this revelation.
"Damian," she whispered, breaking out of the kiss.
"Beloved?" he replied, pulling her body even closer to his.
"I think it's time we left."
"Agreed."
Raven summoned a portal. Damian watched as it grew larger and larger, until it was the only thing he could see. And then they were back in Wayne manor.
He stared around them in confusion.
"Sorry love," breathed Raven, bending down. "We can't afford to leave this." It was the statue that he had been sent to retrieve.
It had been his grandfather, Ra's al Ghul, who had sent him to collect it. Odd, he remembered revering his grandfather only hours before, remembered the powerful sense of loyalty he held for the man. But now, the only person he was loyal to was himself, and perhaps Raven.
Frowning, he knew that he should be angry at Raven; understood that she had stolen something from him. Taken a piece of his identity. But he couldn't help feeling that the things she had removed had only ever been hindrances. It was much better for him, now that he didn't have anyone to owe fealty to. His mother, his grandfather, even the Batman had conjured up a sense of duty in him; but now, he was free to disobey them as much as he wished. It all depended on what was in it for him.
He breathed in deeply, staring around the grand old home of his ancestors. Yes, this would do nicely. Once Trigon had been allowed entry into this realm, and Damian was leading his armies – according to Raven, the highest honour her father could bestow, and therefore the only position he would accept – he and Raven would take Wayne Manor as their own.
Looking back at his beloved, he noticed her red eyes were glued to the effigy of her father. That would not do.
Slipping his arm around her waist, he pulled her into another crushing kiss. This time, it was he who dominated their joining. He felt her struggle, her inbuilt demonic pride rising to the surface. They fought. He won. This time.
Admitting defeat, she melted into his arms.
"Well beloved," said Damian, entwining his hand with her free one. "Let us go bring Hell on Earth."
And they walked through the grand double doors into the starless night, together.
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End of book one
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Whew, well there you go. That was the first book in this trilogy, I hope you enjoyed it! Please show your appreciation through comments.
I would like to take this opportunity to thank you all. The feedback has been great, and I smile every time I read a new message. I want to give a special thanks to xxNightSkysViewxx (Wattpad) who somehow always manages to read a new chapter within minutes of me posting (don't ask me how) and who is so enthusiastic with their comments
I am still writing my first draft of book two, so don't expect it to be published for a while yet. It will be bigger though, with more characters from the wider DC universe being introduced (I'm talking Justice League, Teen Titans, and more), so stay tuned.
Until then, I wish you all the best,
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