Dick Grayson
Chapter 6
Deadshot-(Countdown part 2 of 2)
Now-Wayne Manor- Batcave
"Wow what a hell of a place you got down here Mr. Wayne. Or should I say Batman?" the man in the large trench coat stood in front of Bruce Wayne with a revolver pointed at his face.
"……." Bruce lied on the ground, gripping his hand on a desk above him, pulling himself up. Slowly. But carefully.
"Not much of a talker are you bats? I thought someone like you would love to chat.
"Who said I was batman?"
"Huh? What do you mean…..aw crap" a large shadow was cast over the man in the coat.
3 hours ago
The man in the coat walked up to the gates of Wayne Manor. He walked around the estate. Searching. Stalking the home for his next prey. Stops by a window seeing Dick pass by in kitchen with Alfred. Pulls out a revolver and slips a knife under the window. He tinkered with the window a while until there was a click. With the window unlocked he placed a device that slid under the window and blocked the any signal.
"Jackpot. I had a feeling that Wayne had some crappy gear." he opened the window as he spoke into an earpiece. Steps inside the living room and moved around, stealthy like a cat but slithering across the room. Crouched over with a knife in one hand and a revolver in the other. Ready to strike and kill if need be.
"Wait here master Richard. I need to check on something real quick." Alfred closed the kitchen the door and proceeded to the living room. Just as he entered the room, the man in the coat grabbed Alfred and placed the knife under his neck.
"Say a word and I'll make sure the next thing you hear will be your own gasping for air when I cut that neck of yours." Alfred nodded and the man lifted his other hand and smacked Alfred with the handle of his revolver. Knocking Alfred out unconscious.
"Sorry jack, but your too much of a danger to stay conscience." he threw Alfred on the couch and covered him with a sheet that was nearby. He then crept to the kitchen door and stealthily opened it. Dick had his back turned as he was staring out the window, waiting for Alfred to return.
"Hey kid, guess what time it is." He pulled his revolver out. Dick turned around, showing little fear
"What do you want from me?"
"What do I want? What makes you think that I want something from you kid?"
"Because……if you didn't want something from me. Then I'd think that you would have killed me by now."
"Wow, I'm impressed. Your still like what 12 or something and you already know these kind of things." he clapped and placed his revolver in his side strap. Pulls out a seat and places it in front of him, but backwards.
"Alright, I'll cut to the chase since you want to play grown ups. Especially with that look you have on your face. I must say that's a face I haven't seen since…..well lets just say a while."
"I thought you said you were cutting to the chase?"
"Wow, you cease to amuse me Dicky boy. There's only one question I have and that is…..who did you see that night of your families tragic death."
"What do you mean by this?….do you mean that….that gangster Zucco? If so then yes it was him."
"Are you sure kid? Are you certain you saw what you saw, and not something you wanted to see?"
"I….I don't catch your meaning still."
"Quit playing games kid. Zucco's dead. I'm positive of that. I killed the bastard a few months back. There's no way he could be the one that killed your folks. So tell me again. Who is it that you saw? Was it someone else or was it the person that you want it to be? A man to blame, a man to serve justice to, a man to hate, a man to…..kill perhaps?"
"I know what I saw….and I saw the man that the police showed me pictures of. It was that ZUCCO! GUY!" Dick jumped to his feet with his hands clutched. Tightened. And filled with anger.
"Alright kid, you don't have to go and get all fussy about it. I just wanted to see what you knew, or think you knew. It seems like someone's lying, and it isn't you. But now that you saw me, I'll have to make certain that you stay quiet." he took out a revolver and aimed it at Dick's forehead.
" I hope you enjoy your reunion with that freak show of a family you had." a click to the back of the weapon was heard as the pull on the trigger began to tighten. The world around Dick seemed to slow down as Dick showed no fear to dying, to venturing into the unknown. For Dick knew that he would be leaving nothing but a body behind, a small and weak imprint that no one would remember. Just then a shadow cast over the room as the lights were shut off and the sound of bats flapping. Screeching. And scratching was heard throughout the mansion. The man in the tall overcoat stopped squeezing the trigger and looked up at the ceiling to where the sound seemed to be originating from.
"What the hell is that? I would expect someone like Wayne to have no pest problems."
"He doesn't, unless you count crooks and assassins vermin" said a voice that echoed throughout the kitchen that was now shrouded in complete darkness.
"Wow, if it isn't the jerk that broke my arm last year. Who would ever think that I would have the opportunity to take out Wayne, find out that I get to kill Zucco a second time and finish off what you started."
"Careful what you wish for Deadshot. You may regret ever thinking that you can finish what I started last year." a batarang was thrown clear across Deadshots mask as the voice ceased for the time being. A cape flapped across the room as a pair of boots smashed the jaw of Deadshots face.
"Holy hell! Not again." he flew to the ground with a loud thump as he shook his head once and tried to take a stand. A fist was thrown at Deadshots face, along with many more that switched from left to right. The punches stopped as Deadshot gave out a moan and spit out some blood.
"Damn…..I can swear that those punches of yours have grown stronger."
"Why Deadshot? Why is it that you wont go down without me having to break something." Batman grabbed Deadshot from the arm and pulled him up to his feet. Places one arm after another to his back. Placing him in an arrest position.
"Maybe because I'm not a common crook Bats, maybe that's why. I'm a man who can't be bargained with….unless it's money, but the money better be worth it." he laughed and spit a tooth out at Dicks direction.
"Answer me this Dark Knight, why the kid? Why are you protecting this worthless piece of crap when you can be saving other people out there in Gotham that have a bright future?" there was silence as Batman began to slowly tighten his grip around his arms and pulled tighter and tighter, hearing a single bone crack.
"Your wrong, this kid will have a future, and guess what. Your not going to be in it. Lights out." Batman threw Deadshots face at the table. Rendering him unconscious. Dick looked up at Batman and gave off a small but noticeable smile.
"What are you smiling about kid? This isn't over. Not for you anyway. It's time to set your future in motion. I can see no fear and enthusiasm for what you just witnessed. It seems as though like you and I are one in the same. Come with me. Alfred take care of the trash." Batman walked out of the kitchen with Dick following him close behind and Alfred gathering a broom along with a few other supplies.
"Tell me Dick, what do you know about Bruce Wayne?"
"Not much…..but I can tell he must be related to you some how or some twin or clone if possible."
"Why's that?" he raises an eyebrow.
"Not sure, it's the feeling I get from him that I'm getting from you right now….and the posture plus the voice. I can tell it's not yours…kind of like the way Wayne masks his voice."
"You are smarter than any kid your age. I suppose Deadshot was right about that."
"Yes….and what will happen to him?"
"Don't worry, I'll make certain that he will be sent to a place where he will be of no harm to anyone. Especially you."
"But why me? Why am I so special to you of all people. I have nothing to contribute to anyone. I'm just a weak nobody."
Batman stopped in the living room and turned to dick as he knelt down on his knees and placed his hands on Dicks shoulders.
"You are special to me Dick because I'm more than some person who saved your life….."he slowly pulled off his mask and gave off a small smile.
"I'm going to be your father from now on. "
Dick stepped back and chuckled.
"I can't say that I'm surprised, but you look awfully funny without a mask on with that costume."
Batman nodded and stood up. Pulls on a clocks gong that was set in front of them.
"You are a strange one indeed. Even with a death and viewable violence, you still seem to have a sense of humor. But know this Dick, you can't always hide behind a joke." Dick nodded and followed Bruce as they walked down a pathway that was opened by the clocks contraption.
"Dick would you mind heading into the room that has a Bird on top of the entrance? I think you might like what you see." Dick nodded and walked away into the room he was directed to.
"What a day….." Bruce sighed and relaxed himself on a chair with a large computer screen in front of him.
"Lights out, that's all you had to say Jerk!" Deadshot busted out of the shadows with a steel pipe that he swung at Batmans gut while he was sitting down. Slams him straight down to the ground.
NOW
"…….Aw crap" the shadow along with the edges of a large coin came crashing down towards Deadshot. He jumped out of the way, but not enough for his leg to pull out. The coin crashed on his leg as he sat up and struggled to pull his leg out.
"Damn it! This freaking hurts!" a figure hopped on the coin and stepped closer to Deadshot.
"………BOO!" Dick stood tall and firm with his hands on his hips and his arms bent in a V shape, but sideways. A heroic pose. Making it seem like all was done and safe.
"Damn you kid! I'm going to kill you for this. Just wait and see."
"Batmans right, you won't be in my future that's for sure, because your such a weak opponent that I'll always beat you every time you come at me. So bring it on lonely assassin." Dick pulled out a staff that was on the ground and swung it across Deadshots face with no skill, but pure strength. Enough strength to finally knock Deadshot out for a long time. Batman stood up and placed pressure on his side and he walked over to Dick and patted his back.
"Not bad Dick, not bad at all. But I think your forgetting one thing."
"Yeah, and what's that?
Batman pulled a small thin mask from his belt and placed it over Dick's eyes.
"Your new identity and a name."
"Gee Golly Batman, a name and mask!…..well my father always said I soared the skies like a certain bird, and always wore the colors of it…..now what was the name a gain….oh yeah Red Robin!"
"I think Robin will do just fine. Colors aren't good to place in names. People might think your racist."
Dick smiled and laughed.
"Well you're the Batman and I'm the Robin, when does the real business start? I can't wait to get on the streets."
Batman began to walk away further into the caves. Sighing and nodding his head.
"First you couldn't speak. Now you won't shut up. What have I done….what have I done." Batman rubbed his face as Robin Walked behind him with a smile. Asking all sorts of questions, with only moans being the answers.
END
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