Thanks for the reviews! I've a few tricks up my sleeve and a nice little surprise a little later.
They flew into the docking bay and showed their guest to the meeting room. There they sat and waited for Batman, Shayera and J'ohn to come down.
"You Okay there?" John asked Cacciatore.
"Yeah its just weird knowing I'm so close to my enemy, he's just so near and yet I can't get to him."
"What did he do to you?" Superman asked carefully, sitting next to the young man.
"Killed my mother and destroyed my family." He muttered quietly, turning away from the group.
"Hurts doesn't it." Flash muttered sitting on the other side of the young man. He raised his head and frowned at Flash. Everyone else in the room looked at each other. Flash rarely talked about his past and when asked always slyly changed the topic so only when you walked away did you realize you never got an answer.
"You loose someone too?" Cacciatore asked. Flash nodded as Shayera and Batman walked in. They both paused and look around the solemn room.
"Cacciatore this is Hawk Girls and Batman. This is Cacciatore." The man stood and shook hands with the two. "And this is J'ohn." Diana added gesturing to the Martian who had fazed though the ceiling. Cacciatore nodded to him and sat back in his seat.
"So who are you after?" Batman asked, cutting straight to the chase.
"Someone linked with the Injustice Gang. They played a part in my mothers death." He said, staring angrily at his clenched fists.
"Maybe you should rest." John said glancing between the anger that radiated from both Flash and Cacciatore. "You must be tired." He added.
"I'll show him to one of the spare rooms." Flash offered jumping to his feet and walked to the door. Cacciatore nodded and followed.
"We need better security around Earth. This is the second time someone has slipped past us." Batman said to the group. Everyone silently nodded, lost in their thoughts. Batman left the room and decided to head back to his mansion to work through a new security system and find any leads on the Injustice Gang.
Diana gazed after Bruce and excused herself from the table. She watched him get into his Bat mobile space ship and sighed as he left. Working alone again. She went to her room and settled onto her bed. I just wish he would let someone in.
J'ohn fazed back up stairs and John and Shayera left hand in hand to rest as well. Clark watched them all leave beating himself up over Luthor. How many times has he been involved in things like this? Murders, robberies and framing; he can't continue! Superman vowed to himself. We've already lost our Flash to him. He stared out of the window and down onto his adopted planet. No one else will be hurt like this.
"What did they do to you?" Cacciatore asked, quickening his pace till he fell in step with Flash.
"Some very bad stuff." He answered sharply. The young man bit his lip and nodded darkly beside Flash. "Take this room and have a good nights sleep." Flash said, opening the door. "Night." He turned to leave.
"Wait!" Flash shifted his eyes so he could just make out the man in the corner of his eyes without moving his head and keeping his back to the man. "Look. I know they did something to you...what?" The man asked.
"Torture." Flash simply said, his voice empty of emotion.
"There's something else isn't there?" The man said staring at Flash.
"No!" with that Flash strode down the hallway and entered his own room, leaving the young man staring after him.
"Guilt!" the man said to the empty hallway. "I wonder why?" the man said as he closed his door.
Batman listened to the discussion from his Bat mobile. "I wonder why?" the mans voice echoed with something other than questioning. Sarcasm? Batman thought frowning slightly. He'd find it eventually, but what was Flash actually hiding.
Flash sat down heavily on the bed and pulled off his mask. Dropping it on the floor he buried his head in his hands. Was he ready to face the Injustice Gang? Could he handle them?
Sighing he picked up his mask and pulled it. Opening the door he peered down the hall to see if it was clear. Walking out he wound a familiar path to the evidence room, after every victory he returned to the same spot to think.
Looking up at the skeletal structure he sighed. This never got any easier. He turned to the glass case and opened the top; touching the tip of the daggers he traced the pattern in the handle. Θάνατος απÏ τη λεπίδα He thought about the writing. A slight laugh escaped his lips as he smiled lightly, for once he had research something and found that those words were Greek and meant 'Death by the blade'.
He closed his eyes as he replayed the pain in his chest. Moving his free hand he involuntarily touched his chest and fingered the light scars. Opening his eyes he saw not the case in front of him but Death's face. Her eyes were wide and shocked, but a small smile appeared on her face and she opened her mouth to speak.
"Flash?" he jumped away from the case and wiped at his face. Cacciatore stood in the doorway. "Sorry. I...was...eh...I..."
"No it's Okay. I was just...eh...finishing up here." He closed the case as the man walked in.
"Who's that?" he asked pointing to the clothed skeleton.
"No one. Just someone we faced off with." He explained. The man scowled at Flash. "Her name was Death." Anger flickered in the young mans face as his scowl deepened.
"Death!" he growled. Turning back to the skeleton he continued his stare.
"You know her?" Flash asked stepping up to Cacciatore.
"Yes. I knew her well once."
"She was evil..." with that Flash left the room. Rubbing at his eyes again.
"Yeah...yeah." The man nodded and turned to the door to watch the man leave. "It runs through the family."
Well what do you think? Am I on the right path or not? Any further suggestions would be helpful, I want to write something for people, and so I'll need to know what people want. K?