Two Sides of Law
Chapter Eighteen
A Little Chat
RED X
Without giving the former traffic light time to respond, I attacked yet again. At first, he easily evaded my attempts. After all, two years in prison without much training has a way of leaving you kinda rusty. Plus, I hadn't been out of my cell since reck at noon. It was now, what, ten at night? Sometimes, I'd pace my cell just to get exercise, making the two other guys in there complain. Damn roommates. At least I could hurt the kid responsible for putting me in here now.
I used a sweep to send him to the floor and drop kicked him in the stomach. He grunted, but rolled over and got up surprisingly quick. He swung a punch at my face, but I grabbed his fist and pushed it back, emitting a loud crack. He grimaced in pain.
"Seem familiar, Birdie Wonder?" I questioned in a hiss. This guy was going to pay for everything he did to me.
"What are you-" I kneed his stomach to shut him up. He doubled over on impact. I released his hand.
"Slade did the same thing, dumb ass." I gripped him by his ridiculously long hair and threw him to the side. "And he could have been locked up- even dead by now if I hadn't been put here by you nimrods." I let out a fury of kicks, punches, chops, and one or to wrestling moves as he stood up. He toppled to the floor again, bracing himself with strong arms. This is way too easy. I told myself. I tried a new form to taunt him with. "And you would have been out of the picture. Rae and I would be-" My speech was cut short by the black-haired masked hero pinning me to a nearby wall with unneeded pressure.
"You NEVER had a chance with her!" He roared with knitted eyebrows. I smirked, and he pressed my arms against the concrete with more force. I pulled a fancy and in seconds, I'd pinned him, pretty-boy face pressed against the floor. He grunted.
"I would have. Didn't she tell you she'd made up her mind to leave the Titans? She'd still be living with me right under your watchful eye if it weren't for my stupid little fresh-out-of-high-school friend. How many kids do you think we'd have, Wonder Blunder?" I hissed in his ear, taunting him. I was going to rip him apart, inside and out.
"NONE!" I was knocked from my position by a familiar goddess of mine. She'd jumped from the side and landed a hard kick to my ribcage (A/N: Like my pattern of people flying from the side and always getting kicked in the ribs? Sorry. Wanted to point that out…hurts like hell…). I gripped her waist and rolled us a couple of times so that I ended up on top. She squirmed underneath me, trying to free herself. This was my first taste of romance in two long years, seven hundred thirty agonizing days, seventeen thousand five hundred twenty hours. I loved it, even if it wasn't exactly mutual.
"What? Not ready to be a mommy? I think you'd make a great one." I said. I meant it sincerely.
"GET OFF ME!" She shouted, ignoring my inquiry. Not like I was expecting an answer…I looked over her face. It was just the same, only slightly, ever so slightly, older looking. She still had beautiful skin that glowed like the moon. Her silky purple hair was longer; it had grown to a point between her waist and shoulders. Her pouty lips still looked inviting, and her nose was still perfect. But her eyes. Her eyes were different, better. They danced and shimmered with deep pools of emotion. Simply-
I was yanked from my thoughts when Nightwing pulled me off of my dark witch and threw me across the room. He hurled a disk in my direction which exploded, unleashing a net. It wrapped around me, to my displeasure.
"FUCK!" I swore loudly. Dammit! Why'd that kid need to excel at everything? God, fucking put me back once I kick the ever-loving shit out of Slade! I wriggled in my holds, silently coming up with a lot worse things to call Nightwing that Boy Blunder. Suddenly, his face stooped down to mine. He shook me by the shoulders.
"Never talk to her like that again." He said harshly. I said nothing and watched him turn back to his business with Plasmus and the other prisoners.
I watched them for a moment. Well, not them, exactly. I watched Rae. She was agile, and when away from me, she suddenly remembered her powers. She threw beams and blocked disgusting globs of goo from colliding with her teammates. She seemed perfectly fine now. She had no troubles. No worries. It was hard to believe she was still with the Titans after all that had happened.
And she was still with Nightwing. Still with Robin. Not with me.
I ignored the knot of sadness growing in my stomach and struggled against my restraint, finally freeing myself. I smirked at my rival. He was not paying attention; he was too busy fighting a purple glob of goop to notice me slip out of a window and onto the street. I was free.
Slade would pay.
Nightwing would pay.
Rae would be mine.
But first, I needed something. I headed to Titans Tower. (A/N: Oooh! Snaps for people who know what he's getting at the tower!)
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A/N: I know it's short, but I love leaving you guys with cliffies. Don't worry. You'll find out what happens tomorrow.
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