Robin helps Ravager slowly up to his feet. He has a pounding headache since he spends too long in someone else's consciousness. Ravager realized that Raven is still out cold. "How is she?" He asked.
"She hasn't woken up since." Cyborg answers. "I'm afraid she might have a conconscious."
"Is that bad?" Starfire questions.
"Yes, it is." Cyborg nodded.
Beastboy dramatically slides up to Raven's unconscious body. "Don't sweat, dudes. I know a way to wake her up." He stated. Cyborg and Starfire stared at the changeling rather unamused. "I'm gonna give her mouth-to-mouth!" Beastboy exclaims.
Both Starfire and Cyborg comedically drop to the ground in disbelief. Ravager and Robin stared at Beastboy with a blank look on their faces.
"Are you crazy!?!" They both screeched. Beastboy ignores them and proceeds to tilt Raven's head up. Just as he plucks his lips together, Raven's eyes instantly opened.
When she saw Beastboy about to kiss her, her face morphs in disgust. A black aura engulfs him and is flung away across the warehouse. She levitates herself back up and pulls her hood over her head,
"Never pull that stunt again!" Raven threatens. Beastboy plus his hands up as he chuckles nervously.
"Chill out, Rae. I was never gonna kiss you. I know pulling this stunt will pull you outta your coma." Beastboy explains.
"Oh, I see! This was all an elaborate plan to awaken friend Raven from her trance state. What an ingenious plan, Beastboy." Starfire praised while clapping.
Raven turns around to see Robin and Ravager bounding Slade's arms and feet. "Did Grant just defeated Slade?" She asked.
"Yep!" Beastboy chirped. He began to make a series of mock kung fu fighting and noises. "I bet Grant was like, 'take that!' and Slade was like, 'ahh! Please son, don't beat me!"
Starfire and Cyborg were immediately amused by Beastboy's performance and are rolling on the ground laughing. Raven heads her way to where the boys are. Robin is calling the authorities while Ravager is looking down at his father with pity.
"You okay?" Raven asks.
Ravager took a deep breath and looks at his father one last time. Raven offers a gentle smile, letting him know she isn't there to judge. "I saw his memories. I felt his memories. I still don't want to believe he genuinely cares about my brother and us. I want him to have no remorse at all." Ravager confessed.
"Maybe that's a good thing." Raven stated. Ravager whipped his head up to glare at her. "Not every kid is lucky to have a villainous parent that cares about them. Take me for example. Even though my father, Trigon's a demon, I... I wanted him to love me. I wanted him to be a true father to me. But that will never happen. You have a chance to mend it if you want to, Grant."
"...Will see."
It's been two weeks since they put Slade away. Things has gotten back to normal. Word got out on Deathstroke's defeat in both the heroes and villains society. The Titans has gotten the recognition they deserve. They wanted Grant to have all the credit, but he politely declined. All seems well, but Grant has some unfinished business.
"Are you sure you don't want us to go with you?" Robin asked. "You can say the word and we'll be there in ten minutes."
Grant stares at the communicator where he sees Robin looking concerned. "That's alright, kid. I can handle this."
"If you insist. Good luck." Robin signs off. Grant puts away the communicator before giving it to a prison guard. Right now he's at Jump City jailhouse where Slade is at before transferring to Blackgate Penitentiary in Gotham.
Grant can feel his heart racing as he waits for his father in the visitor room. I don't know why I want to visit that bastard in jail. Maybe I should go. Before he can get up to leave, the door opens and out steps a bunch of guards. He sees his father who's entire body is wrapped in chains as the guards pull them. Slade seems quite surprised to see it's Grant the one visiting.
Grant picks up the phone and Slade does the same. Nobody talked for a full minute. They instead stare at one another intensely. "I can't do it. This was a mistake." Grant sighs, breaking the silence.
"Wait! Please stay." Slade spoke. Against his better judgement, he did. "I know you won't believe, but I want to tell you how proud I am of you, son."
"What are you proud of? For teaching me how to kill? To lie? For wanting to be you? How much of an egomaniac do you have to be?"
"No to all of those. I'm proud that you didn't take after me. You became your own man and you surpassed me in every way. You truly are better than me."
Grant's body shook in anger and he can feel his tears threatening to come out of his eyes. "Then why throw all that away? We could've been off if you have just done one mission. But you endangered us all every time you accept a new mission. I just wished you were there for both of us growing up. Or better yet, never have kids in the first place so you don't have to worry about letting us down. Seems you're life would've been better if you never had kids."
"Don't say that! I may have regret a lot of things, but you and Joey are not one of them. You and your brother are one of the best things in my life. I hope you can believe me."
"I don't think I can." Grant admits. He got up to face away from his father as tears rolls down his eyes. Without turning around, "Goodbye, father."
Slade watched his son leave the room, leaving him alone with the guards. "Happy Birthday, Grant.
Now Grant is sweating bullets as his whole body shakes like a leaf. In front of him is his childhood home where he grew up. Joey clasps his hand around his brother's in assurance.
"Don't be afraid, bro. I'm sure mother will be happy to see you." Joey signs.
"I'm not sure she'll be happy, Joe. This is mother we're talking about. She'll most likely scream bloody murder before attempting to kill for thinking I'm a zombie." Grant said.
Joey giggles and playfully punches his brother in the stomach. "Don't worry about a thing, bro. She got really better when she heard father's in jail."
"She did? Good for her. But I'm still scare shitless."
"No matter what happens, I'm right by your side."
Grant smiles and ruffles Joey's hair. "You better, you little shit." He turns around and took a deep breath, "Here goes nothing."
Ding Ding!
The door opens to reveal a brown hair woman with green eyes that matches Joey and a beauty mark under her left eye. The difference between her eyes and Joey's is that her's seems to be a bit dull. She slowly turns to look at Grant with a blank look in her eyes.
Grant shook harder than ever and offer her a meekly smile. Addie immediately raises her arm up as Grant braced himself for an attack. Instead, Addie wraps her arms around her son and begins to sob uncontrollably. Grant slowly hugs her back and smiles.
"Oh Grant, my sweet baby. I just knew you were alive. I'm so sorry for failing you." Addie apologized.
Now it was Grant's turn to get all teary eyed. "Don't apologise, mom. I kept everything from you. Everything could've been avoided if I told you what father was since the beginning. I'm the reason why everything went to shit."
"But I'm your mother. It's a job of a parent to protect their babies."
Addie extends her hand to Joey, who gladly took it, and joins the group hug. The tree of them went inside the house. They sat down in the living room to continue their conversation.
"So, I spoke to father recently." Grant blurts out. Both Addie and Joey stiffened their bodies for a moment.
"What did he say?" Addie asked.
"That he's sorry for everything."
"More like he's sorry he's been caught." Joey rolls his eyes.
"No, I think he's telling the truth. I saw his memories. He felt like a failure for letting you and mom getting captured and me 'dying' in his arms. I know you might hate me for this, but I can see myself forgiving him."
Addie and Joey were quiet for a moment before his mother patted his hand. "If that's what you believe you'll do, I won't hate you. He's still your father." She smiles.
Joey smiles and gave Grant a side hug. "Everyone's different, brother. I'll support you no matter what. And who knows? Maybe someday I can forgive him too."
"Thanks, guys."
"You know what, boys?" Addie pulls the brothers closer to her arms and gave them the biggest smile she ever had. "I may hate your father for all eternity, to the point where I'll shoot him again if I see him, but there's two things I'm forever thankful for. He gave me the best sons a mother could ever ask for."
"We love you too, mom!" Her sons replied.
The sun is setting as Grant leaves his mother's house. Addie invited him to stay the night over, but Grant needed to get back to Jump City as soon as possible. The day went by fast and although Grant will miss his hometown, he already misses Jump City more.
He has about to leave his street when he immediately jumps away from an incoming arrow. "What in the world!?" He gasped. His sixth sense screams danger at him as he backflips a couple of times to avoid a horde of arrows.
His grey eyes shrink in fear as he sees a couple of people running at roofs on people's houses. There's about twenty of them where they all jump down to surround him. All of them are dressed in black from head to toe, have a pair of swords, and are wearing a black mask that covers their nose and jaws Grant took a step back when he realized who he's up against.
"You guys are…" Grant trails off in fear.
"We have orders to take you out, Grant Wilson." One of them spoke.
They all began to charge at him at once. As soon as one of them got too close to Grant, he knees one in the guts and took the sword away. He blocks an oncoming blade with the one he just stole. Slade has taught him a thing or two of sword fighting and let's just say Grant picked it up very fast.
He begins to lay out a series of attacks towards the League of Shadows. Grant starts slicing up their limbs to get this over with as soon as possible. None of them stood against the young teen as he finished off the last one by slicing his eyes open. All twenty assassins are on the ground groaning in pain. Grant stabs the sword on the ground as he pants.
"My, that was quite impressive. You took them all down without taking their lives. Truly impressive."
Grant turned around and his heart sank down in fear. Walking up to him with a cruel smile on his face is none other than Ra Al Gul. Grant picked up the sword and got into a fighting position.
"What do you want, demon?" Grant glares at him.
Ra chuckles and gestures to Grant to set the sword down, "Calm down, my boy. There's no need to get hostile."
"Like hell! I know who you are! You bring death and destruction to civilization! Now what do you want! Are you here to destroy my city!?" Grant demands.
"No, my dear boy. I came for you." Ra grins sinisterly. Grant gasp and his grip to his sword got tighter. "I heard the Titans took down Deathstroke. But let's be real, the Titans can't fight out their way out a paper bag. No, Deathstroke's defeat was all you, my boy." Ra said.
"If you're here to recruit, you can fuck off! I'm not joining your little boy band!" Grant refused.
"Oh, my boy. You don't have a choice." Ra chuckles. Then his face got dark. He snaps his fingers and more assassins popped out. "I have my elite shadows waiting for my signal to take out your mother and brother."
"No…" Grant whispers in despair.
"All you need to do is join me and no harm will come to them."
Grant looks over to his house where he spots three assassins on top of the roof. As good a fighter his mother is, not even she can take one a league member. He got done to his knees realizing there's no way out.
"I'll do it." He accepted.
Ra gave him the biggest grin and walked right in front of him. "Get up, my boy. This is a time for celebration."
Grant got up and as soon as he did, Ra ram him sword to his chest. Grant coughs up blood and looks at Ra in shock. "I thought-"
"Don't be afraid, Grant. It will only hurt for a minute. But I promise you you'll be resurrected when we get back. I have big plans for you, my Ravager." Ra assures him. He pulls the sword out and Grant stumbles forward. He can feel his life quickly slipping away.
Mom, Joey, Robin, Beastboy, Cyborg, Starfire, Raven…. Dad. I'll never see you again. I'm sorry.
That was the last thing Grant thought before dropping to the ground dead.