A/N: I failed my Driving Test, hence the lateness of this chapter. I'm going to ry and increase the chapter lengths massively after this one, but anyway enjoy
The Razors Edge
Chapter 8
Blood and Flames
Razor's View
Flames consume only what can be touched, the taint of what has happened will remain in the area, and Sorcerers like the Titan will be able to read them for years no doubt. I look down and Watch the ambulance tear off carrying the injured girl.
I can't help but think it's my fault If I'd killed Holmes, the girl would have never been injured, what really pisses me off though is where he stabbed her, he was making a statement, him and his 'Master'.
Sirens can be heard as Fire and police services rush to the scene, more paramedics with them, there's no point, though, all the help are standing outside screaming and shouting rudely awakened by the sounds of gun fire and screaming, then the fire alarm and an armoured creature forcing them out onto the streets.
It was one of the help that called for the ambulance, the head butler, a man of complete cool in difficult situations and this was very difficult, after he had phoned the ambulance he was ready to march back in, that was until the front windows exploded outwards in flames.
Razor had worked quickly; he had exited the house and quickly found the estates private gas pump, locking the pump he'd thrown the pipe through a window, specifically the private library's window and left that running before moving quickly through the House, destroying gas pipes and letting the highly flammable gas fill the air, a few small propane tanks for the outdoor barbecue left in specific rooms and the destruction would quickly be wrought.
It had as well the windows of the manor blew outwards causing the butler to protect his face and then the demon like figure strode through the flames, knocking the butler to the side, he began to pick up pace and seemingly disappeared into the night
All though not far as many of the help had hoped, as he sat on the corner of a nearby building looking to the entire world like some twisted Gargoyle.
An explosion erupts from the House followed by several others, the canisters, I'd put down specifically so they'd do…
The Manor slowly but surely collapses falling down onto itself clouds of dust bursts outwards, debris crashing against the perimeter wall.
That, A great big message to Holmes Sr. Shame he wasn't here, I'd have loved to have shown him, what his son was, though most likely he knew, probably funded it to. The Fire Departments seem to realise it's pointless but they fight on, everyone bangs on about superheroes never realising that it's people like these who're the real heroes aided by no powers, they put them selves in danger and yet they'll hardly get a mention, Superman flies and uses that Ice breath front page news.
A flapping noise catches my attention.
"You come to join me? Sing Ding-Dong the witch is dead?"
"I came here to save Raven" Robin's narrowed eyes doing their best impression of his mentor boring a hole into the back of Razor's head
"Your about Five minutes too late, she's on her way to Hospital"
"I know. What did you do?"
"Me? I saved her from a fate worse then Death, or I tried anyway, she was stabbed through the side. We gonna Dance or are we gonna sit here yappin?"
Robin's eyes narrowed slightly, he adjusted his positioning, in case Razor rushed at him.
"We'll talk, who are you?"
"Ha, you watch too many movies you know that, No sensible person would give up such information, my name for you and you friends is what the Robot came up with."
"Cyborg" Robin corrected him
"Huh, same as Henshaw" Razor said quietly to himself as he stood up turning round to face Robin
He's in a battle ready position, I really don't fault him, If it was me, I'd be wary, I tilt my head slightly.
"Tit For Tat Robin you ask one question, I ask one. How did you find me?"
He explains, of course I'd had some inkling that the titans had a monitor on emergency call, That warned them if certain words were mentioned, true the Word "Raven" and "Dying" would have set so many alarms in the Titan's Base that I'm surprised I couldn't hear It from here.
"My Turn" Robin speaks prowling left and right Staff held to his side "When did you're parents die?"
I freeze How did… of course he's Batman's little protégée, memories rush back, the whole reason I'd started this… well I suppose it could be called crusade, was cause of what happed to my family, I let out a long sigh.
"A year ago, my family used to live here in the "District", before it was the district, nice area too. They ran a jewellery shop together; I was sent away for a few years, due to my, abilities, by coincidence or divine intervention" He spat "On my return, they were murdered by the West Coast faction of the Blood Devils. As an example to the other shop keepers in the area" he paused for a minute looking back at the fire.
He turns back and glares at Robin
"I'm sorry for what happened to your companion but I will leave and I will continue my…crusade because you don't have the guts to heap the justice that these people deserve"
He lets out a small chuckle, he expected me to say that, and I can't help but think myself that it's slightly clichéd, I know that I might, make that probably won't leave this rooftop under my own steam, In the fight against the Titans I never hit him when he was prepared. He'll no doubt beat me but he'll know he was in a fight.
The Blades lash out and he moves on the offensive instantly striking at Robin who easily dodges and blocks each thrust and parry, and follows with several counter strikes, the thick armour protects Razor but Robin knows what he's doing, where to strike, during the battle against this crazed vigilante he gained his measure watched where he'd protected himself and where to strike.
But Razor is also no combat amateur and he does the same as Robin neither giving an inch, both out to cripple the other, one so he can get away the other so he can bring a killer to justice.
Robin, moves to block an attack that never came, uppercuting the Boy Wonder's Bo staff into the air he thrusts forward only for Robin to Jump into the air and land perfectly on the flat of the blade.
"Your right I do watch too many movies" Robin smirks from his position and lances his foot out catching Razor in the chin snapping his neck back.
At the same time Razor retracts the Blades leaving Robin with no footing and as the Teen Wonder Flips he's struck with a back kick that sends him flying backwards.
Robin manages to gain control of his journey quickly, flipping and landing in a crouched position, he stares at his attacker framed by the flames of the Holmes Estate. Razor's armours is too strong for any conventional means of attack, it's all about leverage and timeing.
He Dashes towards me, I stand and wait till he's close enough and lance a punch out, he Ducks under it, grabs my arm and flips me over, He's still holding on to my arm, my Elbow facing him and I realise with slight horror what he's going to do!
An inhuman scream, captures the attention of the rescue services down on the street all look up but another explosion returns their attention to the burning building.
Arrggh, he didn't disappoint Stamped straight on my elbow, my armour can't do anything against something of that nature, he steps back and I take the chance to move, He know I can heal, he'll be waiting hoping to strike my weak human flesh, with some sort of incapacitating device. Hang on, what's he smirking for.
The explosion blows Razor backwards, when he had dodged the blow and flipped Razor; Robin had managed to wedge a small explosive Disc between the interlocking plates of Razor's armour.
Much to Robin Surprise though, Razor still stands, momentarily as he topples and crashes to the floor, the fight finally knocked from him, he's still conscious though and groans.
Bastard, Used my own armour against me, I can't even manage to shift back to heal, I won't die or at least I hope not. He stands over me a cable tie in hand, he still wants to take me in, and no doubt this is one the Bat invented to deal with super strong foes.
A clapping interrupts the moment and both Robin and although it hurts to do so Razor look in the direction of said noise.
Stood in the shadow of the roof access is some sort of figure, the shape is vague as though it's wearing a cloak of some sort, Smoke billows from where the feet should be, reminding Robin somewhat of the Phantasm footage he had seen. The face is skeletal in likeness, white and gaunt drawn quite close to the bone; a scar runs through the middle of the face, so Deep that actual bone can be seen.
"Congratulations Robin" a thousand voices speak from all angles and Robin shudders. If he had looked down he would have seen Razor's eyes wide staring in horror at the creature before them.
"He is a tenacious bastard that one but, of course someone who follows their base nature of revenge can't expect to beat some one of such, spirit and ability as yourself"
He strides forward revealing that he is indeed wearing some type of cloak, the ground hisses where he stands and acrid smoke rises, Phantasm may have been trickery but deep down Robin knew this was real, a sense of evil was thrown from the cloaked figure as he strode forward , his eyes cast in shadow, keeping his gaze hidden.
My blood may literally freeze as he strides ever closer, and as I watch a single memory goes through my mind, the night I gave him the scar that dominates his features, five years ago. I need to change and heal but that leaves me more susceptible to his powers, but in this state I'm no good to anyone and Robin is in some deep shit.
Robin glowers at the figure, his well trained mind watching for any sign of attack.
"Hold it" The boy wonder states backing up slightly, his gaze never leaving the figure "I don't know what you want and I don't really care but this night of madness ends here"
"Foolish boy this night of madness is only just beginning" The cloaked figure laughs, raising a hand, Dark Energy crackles around it.
We are screwed…