Review responce:
DarkRavenna & RavenFlyingSolo - I thank the both of you for actually having the courage to respond and for doing so, (I wouldn't put my responce to the two of you together, but it's basically the same thing). Batman actually never kills the Joker in the comics,however, Nightwing beats him to death, but Batman doesn't want the Joker getting off that easily so he gives him mouth to mouth.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans or any DC character. However, I do own Ghost Blade.
Note: To everyone who is reading this; take note of even the minor details, but if you're like me, you don't even take note of the author's notes. Also, when you see '?' in dialog it mean that they are yelling there question.
Ch 6: Unknown Causes
Jinx fumbled around with the motel room key in her right hand. She's got Raven leaning on her left side heavily and barely conscious. For some reason, possibly loss of blood or trauma of almost being raped, she had gradually lose her energy. Jinx finally got the door unlocked and walked in.
Jinx used her free hand to move a chair in front of the T.V. And sat Raven in it. "I need you to focus on the TV while I remove the bullet." All Raven could do was nod slightly. Jinx turned on the TV and found a news station. She went into the wash room to find things to use for the procedure.
"As of yesterday," The anchorman started, "the last plate of Neo Arch has been installed. The muiltilayered metropolis is said to have become the most important city in the world, being built half in our United States and half in Canada." He puases for a minute. "Up next, Batman's ward has completely left his shadow by dropping the title of Robin." The TV cut to a comercial.
Raven had become so lost in the news that she hadn't noticed that Jinx had returned and removed her cloak. "What the fuck?" Jinx's voice snagged Raven's attension. She looked over at her shoulder and found it was infected beyond imaginaton. Her eyes widend as she looked upon a green and black bullet wound that was surronded by blisters filled with orange puss, she could also see the viens around the wound had turned purple. "Look at the TV!" Jinx yelled at her and Raven's eyes turned back to the TV.
The commercials had already ended and a picture of a man in a black costume with a blue bird on his chest was next to the anchorman's head. "... the first appearance of Nightwing was made earlier today when a few common theives were robbing a corner store. We have some footage of the fight." The image cut to a corner store with guys in skimasks running out the door. Nightwing and Kid Flash were the only two to show up on the scene. They quickly appreahended the theives and departed after handing them over to the police. The anchman came back on. "All Nightwing had to say to reporters was that, as Robin he felt like a child, but as Nightwing, he feels like a man." He puased. "Up next, A long time vigilante cut down, literaly. Over to you, Kate."
Raven felt something being pulled out of her shoulder and looked over at Jinx. Jinx had pushed tweezers into Raven's shoulder, looked around for the bullet and had sqeezed down on it, all done without her feeling it. "Raven, I'm going to do the best I can to sew up the wound..." She was going to say more, but Raven cut her off.
"It's ok," Raven's voice was weak, but audiouble, "I can heal it with my powers." She placed her right hand over her shoulder. It glowed white for a few seconds before she removed it. The wound and infection were both gone. She smiled a Jinx. "See."
They both looked at the TV when they heard, "... Joker cleaved in half." The anchorwoman paused momentarilly. "The police believe that his death was caused by Ghost Blade, who is new to Gotham but is known for killing rapests. Commissioner Gordon had this to say."
The TV went dark for a moment and then went to Commissioner Gordom standing at a podium in front of several new reporters. "I have spoken with all of the police officers and there is no phisical evedence that this Ghost Blade has been involved in any of the killings of rapists, but he is the only 'suposed' hero at this time, in Gotham, who has been seen with a sword." He pused for a moment. "I've seen his run through walls and jump through people, so I dought we could ever arrest him. If we ever discover that he has killed anyone outside of self-defense or the defence of another, we will kill him."
Raven suddenly lurches forward and vomits on the floor, some of it getting on her cloak. Raven starts to get up after the inital moment of regurgitation, but barely got erect before her stomach lost control again. After several dry heaves, she moved to the bathroom to clean off some vomit that had found it's way into her limbs.
Raven wiped swet off of her forehead after cleaning herself off. "Why is it so hot in here?" Her breathing quickens. She moves to the shower and turns the cold water to it's maximum. "Why the fuck is it so hot in her?" She yelled.
Jinx came into the bathroom. "It's not hot in her." She put her hand on Raven's forehead. "You're burning up! Get in the shower, maybe it'll cool you off." Her voice was full of consern.
Raven shot her a death glare. "Why do you think I turned it on?" Raven practically fell into the tub, still wearing her torn leotard. For a moment she let out a sigh of releif, before breathing heavlly again. "Still too hot!" She slipped her arms out of her leotard's arm straps.
"What..." we all she got out before she realized that Raven was undressing. She became embaressed as Raven's naked body was becoming entirely visiable to her and turned away before Raven got her leotard to her waist. Obvisly, Raven was to absord in the need to cool down that she hadn't thought to be consevetive of herself.
A few minutes passed with Jinx having her back to her nude friend and Raven sounded to be becoming better, when Jinx heard Raven fall. She spun around to find Raven on her knees and slightly bent forward, there were two red scars on her back, the upper ribcage and perfectly semetrical with her spine as the divider.
A scream of pain erupted from Raven and her scars started to buldge like there was something in her and it was trying to get out. Within a minute both subsided and her scars started to fade away. Jinx is about to speak when Raven finishes her fall and slams her head on the tap.
"Raven!" Jinx grabs her friends arm and hoists her out of the tub. Once Jinx's shock passes, the freezing pain in her hands hit her something like a contraction would. "What the hell?" She touches Raven again and is met with the same freezing pain. Fear for her friend slowly turns to rage. "I don't care about my pain!"
Jinx lifts Raven up and carry's her to the bed. She wraps Raven in a sheet and covert her over with a comforter. She feels Raven's forehead again and finds it still too cold for anyone to survive. Jinx's rage becomes fear, again.
She runs to the heaters and turns them on to maximum. Jinx starts to search the motel room for anything she could use to warm up Raven. All she finds is a winter hat.
Jinx returns to her friend's side and puts the hat on her. She touches Raven's neck and finds that everything is working, but it's still not enough. Jinx puts her hands to her head in stress. 'What can I do? What can I do? What can I... Me?' She pulls her hands away from her forehead and stares at them. 'The only thing left I can do...' She gets into the bed and warps her arms around the still freezing Raven. "Please Raven, take my body warmth. You're the only friend I have left and I don't want to lose you." Tears started to flow freely.
Maybe Raven heard her or maybe all Jinx was doing was working, but Raven's body warmed up a little. It gave Jinx hope, but didn't stop the tears and soon she was asleep, even with the front of her body freezing and her back being scorched.
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With stealth that few could match let alone surpass, Ghost Blade slipped into a lit window of an apartment on the top floor.
His feet fall lightly to the floor, eventhough the bottom of his boots were made of metal. He took a deep breath and removed his gloves, which were more like gauntlets. He removed his gas mask and night vision/thermal goggles. He places the gloves, mask and goggles on a nightstand. He removes his sword and leans it against the wall. He takes another deep breath before leaving the bedroom and entering the livingroom.
He walks up behind the couch and places his hands on Mary's shoulders. "You should not have stayed up for me." His voice was full of passion and pain. He kissed her head.
She reaches up pulls his head towards her face. "You had to do it, Valere, if you hadn't he would have tried to rape another." She pulls him into a deep and passionate kiss.
When they finally pull away, Valere smiles when he sees what Mary is wearing. "You're wearing my t-shirt." It was the one with the smily face that had a giant hole in it's head and a devil with a mallet was walking away. The shirt said 'What're you smilin' about'.
She smiles. "And, my black panties that you like so much." Valere's smile enlarges its self. They kiss again. "You can clean up before coming to bed." She told him in a playful tone and struts off.
Valere removes his hidden weapons and suit before heading to the shower, the only thing he didn't remove was a red sphere on a chain around his neck. He waskes off quickly and just stands there enjoying the water running down his honed body. When he figured that he'd been in long enough, he turned off the shower and dried off with a towel.
He entered the bedroom with the towel around his waist. Mary was fast asleep. He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and processed to get clohes from the dresser. A light sound alerted him that someone was on the roof.
Valere pulls on black jogging pants ,but in doing so, he reopens his bullet wound, which is real no more then a gash. He would have to stich it up later.
He retrieves his mask and goggles. He pulls a black cloak, that Mary had used as a halloween cotume, and throws it around his shoulders. He grabed his sword, put on the mask and goggles and left throught the window he used to enter.
A man wearing an orange and black mask stepped toward Valere as he climbed onto the roof. "Hello Ghost Blade. I'm..."
"Deathstroke." Ghost Blade finished. "I figured you'd decided to meet me eventually." He crosses his arms to look at ease, but he was far from prepared for battle.
"Excellent deduction." Deathstroke actually clapped his hands. "I thought that since Jason was captured and you found yourself a new Red X, that I should speak directly with you. By any chance, have you found Raven yet?"
Ghost could sense something strange from Deathstorke, but he couldn't figure out what. "We found her earlier today, but someone attacked her and she had to escape or risk death. But, not to worry, I have dealt with that threat." He was only twisting the truth a little so he could a least still hold some of the cards.
"Will you be able to track her down quickly?" Deathstroke's voice was obviously hidding something.
"She knows that I am not her enemy. Perhaps I will not have to look for her. Perhaps she will come to us." Ghost Blade knew that that would show something of his ally.
Deathstroke shoke his head. "We need to find her as soon as possible." There seemed to be urgency in his voice eventhough he his every other sign of it.
That was it!
Ghost Blade knew something was very wrong with Deathsrtoke. His life energy wasn't giving off any urgence, let alone any emotion. "Your undead."
Deathstroke's posture failed momentarialy. "How did you know?"
GB smiled under his mask. "I didn't know for sure, but you just confermed it." He unfolded his arms. "But, knowing that, I now know why you made me uneasy... You're this Slade I heard of."
"You are excellent at deduction, much better then Robin." Slade responded.
"Nightwing." Ghost Blade stated bluntly.
There was silence between them for a few minutes, but it was broken by Slade. "Are you going to fight me or not?"
"No." Slade turned to leave. "But, next we meet, I will kill you." There was vemon in Ghost's voice.
As Slade walked away, he spoke over his shoulder. "If you skill in combat has the same level over Robin as your deduction does, then you just might." And then, he was gone.
GB climbed back into the window and removed the cloak. He removed his sword, mask and goggles and placed them on the nightstand. He climbed into the bed and warped Mary in his arms.
For some bizare reason, Valere drifted into sleep, but no dream or nightmare came to him. It seemed more like his life force and consciousness was being drawn somewhere where it was needed. Needed to save someone important.
Please reveiw, don't make me ask Laeedil how to summon demons to huntall of you.