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"Have they lost their fucking minds!?" Malcolm snarled; watching Nyssa wipe his beautiful boy's blood from her blade. Watched them callously drag Ianto's unresistant body out a service door. The older Merlin hoped their precious Al Kalada revived and killed every league member in sight. The blind rage; that always seemed to accompany, the young man's return, catching them off guard.
"It hasn't been two days…they violated their own agreement. We… We can use that right? Mr. Merlin…? Ollie…? Right?" Laurel offered; trying to think of anything to help. Tommy squeezed her hand and she gave him a frustrated look. She hated feeling like there was nothing she could do.
"Dad…? Dad…? I know your upset, but…Laurel…" The younger Merlin tried.
"Is right…forgive me Miss Lance. You're right, you're absolutely right." Malcolm replied. "Oliver I trust you packed your gear, we'll need it..."
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The men dragged Ianto's body before Ra's. Nyssa looking smug as she walked beside them. "I have brought you a great gift father." She declared; as they left the young man in a bloodied heap on the floor.
Ra's Al Ghul's eyebrow raised at the offering. "You bring before me, a dead man and I'm to be impressed?" The older man scoffed.
"Not just any dead man. One that does not stay dead. I bring before you Al Kalada." Nyssa crowed.
"You are sure?" Ra's pressed; almost giddy after such a long search. To be wrong again would be such a disappointment.
"See for yourself father." She exclaimed; as Ianto gasped for air.
No one was prepared for the pain filled howl. The thrashing and clawing; more than one league member was drastically hurt and at least one was dead. Their efforts in controlling Jones; proving, weak and uncoordinated. Finally one of them caught a hold of the snarling man's hair and yanked. The crack was audible and the struggling limbs stilled. Silence reigned as blood pooled on the stone below the now lifeless form.
Ra's actually walked over and closed the young man's eyes. Unable to look upon the utter fear and betrayal the wide blue pools showed. "In a cell, no one goes near him without my say!" The older man ordered; fabric swathing the floor when he moved. Careful to avoid the blood as he headed for his rooms.
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"How do we know where they took him?" Tommy asked as his father and his friend packed their gear. "You sure we have to stay?"
"We want to help." Laurel offered, sounding contrite rather than whiny. She worried the hem of her shirt. "I can call Roy, Diggle, Felicity?" Miss Lance offered and Oliver sighed.
"We know you want to help and actually… Wait, he had his phone right? Did you put a locator on him? …Malcolm? Did you?" Oliver asked; turning from Laurel.
"In every belt, both destroyed a few blocks from here." The older man admitted; not even turning around. Running his fingers over the green vial that was Ianto's favorite chew toy, when stressed.
"It still gives us a starting point. I'm calling Felicity." Laurel declared; jumping up from her seat. At last; she could help.
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He watched the young man from the bars. His revive still amazed the older man; the period of uncontrolled rage, easily lasting half an hour. Ra's was surprised Al Kalada didn't accidentally kill himself again. Blue eyes alighted on him and he gasped as Ianto snarled. The guards drew their swords and the older man motioned for them to stop.
Jones recognized the display and whimpered. The young man was about to offer himself; concede to the older man's show of power. Something snapped; no more. They'd get nothing from him; not willingly anyway. Ianto growled; charging the bars.
Ra's jumped back; the young man's chains holding and stopping the forward movement. Jones snarled; struggled for a minute then growled low as he retreated into a dark corner. The older man wondered how to proceed. He had expected a new heir to train. His daughter had brought him a feral animal instead.
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