Dick Grayson

Chapter 10

Enter the Dragon(Part 1 of 5)

Fear, just what is this feeling? or shall I say who is this being that plagues the very essence of our soul? Everyone thinks that Batman is the man who is fear itself, but I'm beginning to suspect that its the other way around. I mean just look at the guy, he parades around the city looking like some masked murdering psycho for crying out loud. Not to mention he is a hermut when it comes to doing anything for himself. Whenever the guy has any alone time, he spends it on tracking down old villains, or researching new ways of taking down new ones. Yeah it sounds constructive and all, but the guy uses his time too wisely if you asked me. Sometimes one must relax in order to be sane. After all, isn't that what makes us all human? Anyway, where I'm going with this is that Batman the fearless is just using his outer exterior to fool us, which by the way is working quite well. But think about it, a man who never goes out, must fear the world. A world that is so corrupt that he believes all people are evil. In turn he makes no mistake on ever going out to meet any new people or bother seeing and hearing new things. Just remember this Dicky boy, a man with fear has less to loose, than a man with fear.

Sahara Desert: 3:15 P.M.

I sit up and bobble my head as my vision and hearing returned slowly but steadily. I see two blurs in front of me. They were both behind bars, or is it the other way around? anyway the two men just stare straight ahead, seeming like they didn't even know I was there.

"Oww...ugh, where am I?"

No one replies to me. Well they do, but their speaking in grunts and some language I'm not familiar with at all.

"Hello...do you two speak english? you know A Merican language."

Still they ignore me. I'm beginning to suspect I am a nobody. It kind of hurts, but hey what can I do about it. After all thats how these villain types work anyway right?

"Come on, say something to me! it's not like I'll be getting out of this...truck? yeah getting out of this truck any time soon. I'm sure your wimpy boss won't mind at all."

Someone behind me strikes me with the tip of a rifle. A tooth flies out of place, flinging down to the surface of the seat.

"Don't you dare speak of our master in such a way child!"

"Ow...that master of yours is a coward to have stricken me un-announced...wait I know you."

I get a quick jog of memory as the patch on the mans eyes reveals his identity.

"Your that wierdo from the sewers I beat right?"

The man hits me again, only this time he uses his "manly" fist.

"Ouch! quite doing that already, it's starting to get really old, really fast. Not to mention I think my jaws broken now."

"Hah! it serves an arrogant child like you right."

"Yeah, well just remember that this arrogant child..."

I was about to gloat about myself beating him, but with the risk of more pain being inflicted on me, decided not to.

"Yes child? go on speak up. I'm blind in one eye, not def."

"Oh, never mind. I'd rather hold any blood I have left. Gesh, you don't really like jokes much do you?"

"I despise those who hide behind laughter, child."

"I'm guessing you didn't have many friends growing up did you?"

"Never! I made sure that I killed them all in order to gain my position I am today."

Wow, this guy is smart when it comes to planning and fighting, but wow is he dumb when it comes to interrogation. It's like as if he wants me to speak, or shall I say distract him.

"So...where are we?"

"Lets just say were far from Gotham City. Now go back to your slumber. My master wishes to see you in a few more hours."

"What? is he some kind of voodoo priest or something?"

"No, my master likes to kill his victims in their sleep is all."

"Hah, and you really think that knowing that I'll just gladly go to sleep?"

"Yes, unless you wish that I kill you in a slow and painful death."

"...alright, point taken. I'll be quiet from now on."

Great...I guess my journey ends here. Where ever here is. I guess I lived a short but thrilling life. The good side of this is that the nightmares will go away for good. Along with that demonic voice that lingers in my tinker. Goodbye cruel cruel world, perhaps next time I'll live a more "normal" life. With that side note I close my eyes, knowing that this would be the last time I close my eyes, but in the end also knowing that it will all be over soon.

Sahara Desert: 30 miles away, 10,000 feet in the air.

"Alright Lawton, this is your first mission for the military. You are to descend down there and take out a terrorist by the name of Ra's Al Ghoul along with his Daughter Talia Al Ghoul. I want no witnesses and noise. Got that?"

Deadshot pulled a cigarette out of his mouth as he flicked it out the door which was now open before him.

"Yeah, I was given the memo last week already. I think I know what to do by now. So step out of the way and let me get this damn mission over with already."

Waller moved out of the way and began a countdown.

"Hah, this lone assassin takes no time fat ass. Adios muchachos!"

He leaped off the plank as a few other people behind him followed him into the fray.

"DAMN YOU LAWTON!"

Deadshot pointed his middle finger at Waller with his back pointed at he as he dove down to the earth. He closes his eyes. Seconds later, he opens them. A large smile appeared on his face as he laughed to himself.

"This is going to be one hell of a day."

The others behind Deadshot just glanced at one another and nodded as they directed their attention to the location that they needed to land at.

Batcave: Gotham City

"Are you certain that it was this woman Talia Al Ghoul who master minded this hole operation Waylon?"

"Ugh...yeah I'm sure it was that woman. I'd never forget a gorgeous gal like her...now would you quit torturing me? I told you this hours ago!"

"Not just yet, I still have to make sure that you never work in this City again."

Batman stepped into the darkness and pulled an object out. He slapped the item on his as Croc watched him.

"What-what are you going to do with that?...please no! stay back. I swear I'll never commit another crime for as long as I live!"

Batman walked in front of Croc and smirked.

"Sorry Waylon, but it's too late already. You can't bring back the kid who was taken!"

Batman smacked Croc in the legs and then the shoulders as hard as he could as blood caught on the object, revealing that it was a baseball bat.

"AHHH!!! no more no more! wheres the mercy wheres justice! Stop it!!! AHHHH!"

"There is no mercy for those who commit murder, no justice for those who are monsters like you. Don't worry Waylon, the others will be next!"

Stroke after stroke was pounded onto Croc until Alfred stepped into the bat cave. He dropped a tray he was holding and rushed to Batmans side, pulling on the bat.

"MASTER! what are you doing to that man! "

Batman stopped and looked at Alfred as Killer Croc was now unconscious.

"Leave me be Alfred. This is no man at all. He only a monster. He helped kill Dick, and for that he must pay."

"Quit thinking like that master Bruce! look at yourself and let me know who the real moster is here."

Alfred forced Batman to the direction of a mirror that was nearby. In the mirror Batman could see himself drenched in blood, with a smile still on his face.

"Your right Alfred...what have I done? I don't know what got into me."

Batman fell to his knees and placed his hands on his face, covering his eyes as Alfred patted him on the back.

"I'm sorry Bruce...b-"
Just then Batmans computer turned on, playing a message. A figure of an old man, wrapped in robes that covered his face appeared on the screen.

"Hello detective. It seems as though you have not figured me out yet. I was hoping that you would have closed the case by now. But since 24 hours has past, I figured that I should send this to you. I will make this very short and clear for you Detective. I have your "adopted child" and yes he is still alive and well for now, but if you wish to save him, you will give to my demand. I want you to grant me a grandson with my daughter Talia. There will be no other alternatives, so if you accept this one and only demand of mine, I want you to come to me. At the moment I am located in the Sahara Desert, the exact coordinates are imprinted on this message. And that is all Detectives, but before this message ends. I want you to know that the boy will die by my hands and resurrected as my own grandchild if you do not comply. Either way I will get what I want in the end.

The message ends, as the location appeared on the scream with a timer blinking on and off.

10:00:00...10:59:00...etc.

"Eleven hours, thats all he's giving you Master Bruce?"

Batman stood up straight and closed his eyes. Moments later he tugged on his cape as he rushed to the bat plane.

"Bruce! where are you going? you can't surely go without any planning!"

"Alfred. I want you to take care of Waylon. And don't worry, I already have a plan."

Batman jumps into the bat planes seat as the door closes slowly.

"Computer, activate code 274 beta."

Authorization

"Crime Alley 1...9...3...6...pass code 1...9...8...6."

Code Accepted.

"Hang in there Dick, I'm coming."

Authors Note

Well theres part of enter the dragon. I wrote this one pretty fast, so sorry if it's not that interesting or well planned out. I had to do a quickie because I wont be on at all next week, so it may be another 2 or 3 weeks that I'll be able to write the next part. Thanks for reading this far though.

Sincerely,

Nightwing1990