***Team Gotham*****
"Look out!" Sam yelled to the library. The explosion rocked the building, sending Sam into a bookshelf, knocking it over. Charts and maps fell all over the place. Sam looked up and coughed. No one was in the room. That was good; they all must have gotten out.
Then she realized. She was stuck.
"Son of a fuck!" she cursed loudly. Her lower half of her body was pinned under the book shelf that had fallen on her. Her arms were pinned as well. She started to try and wrestle herself from under the book shelf. Those damn freaking- ugh! They sneaked up on them and nearly killed Connor.
"My, my Sam. You still have that dirty mouth." A girl purred. Sam froze. .way.
"You freaking son of a *$ #% you did this you little #!$ you # $# son of $#% ! (A/N: I'm going to use my better judgment on this one and bleep the curses Sam has a mighty sailor mouth!)
"Oh don't be that way, Sam." The girl said, stalking over. "We just want to talk." She purred. "Talk? You just want to talk?!" Sam said, her voice raising an octave.
"Oh come on." The girl purred. "That was my way of talking."
"Almost killing Connor is your way of talking!? You're planning on blowing up the whole flipping Library of Congress! Are you CRAZY!?" she yelled. She wiggled under the wreck, trying to pull herself out so she could fight the purring girl.
"Kind of. You know, once the boss heard you were the good guys, he wasn't very happy." She warned Sam.
"I was always with the good guys! I was never on your side jerkwad! You inserted a microchip into me!"
"So?"
"If anything it was freaking Stockholm syndrome you asshole."
The girl laughed and stretched out her claws, four long, gleaming blades attached to her hand. "Yeah, well, the boss isn't too happy about you going on the goodies side. We're taking you back."
"What? No way in hell am I going back you dipstick!" Sam told her.
"You're an asset, my dear Sam. As the boss says."
"Go barf up a hairball."
The girl laughed. "Oh come on Sam." She stalked closer to Sam. "We could be friends, just like old times." The girl laughed. Sam rolled her eyes. "Like you were so fucking friendly in New Haven a few days ago."
The girl shrugged. "Whatever. I wasn't in the mood." She bent down in front of Sam, her eyes gleaming in the light. "You know, you are in a terrible position right now."
"Catgirl, once I get out of here I am SO going to fucking-!" Sam stopped talking and moved her neck away from the gleaming blade of Catgirl's claw.
"Not another word, Sam." Catgirl warned. She picked up a walkie talkie and pressed the button.
"I got Sammy darling." She purred into it. A voice went on. "Good, meet us in the Jefferson Building. I want her alive, Catgirl."
"Aw, you're no fun." Catgirl complained. She set the device down.
"How's about a little reunion huh Sam?"
Halfway across the library, Connor was fighting a losing battle. With that cut from the cat chick across his neck, he was having trouble focusing. He fired his cross bow again. The person dodged it with.
"So this is a goodie two shoes? I've never seen one that sucked so much." The person teased. Connor was thrown across the library and into the wall, knocking all the air out of him. As he gasped for breath the person laughed. "This is way too easy."
"I'm blind you dolt! Of course it's easy!" Connor spat out. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a throwing knife. After taking a few steps he chucked it and he heard the impact on flesh.
"Ow you little!" the person cursed loudly.
"What's this Miragea? Can't hold your against a blind goodie two shoes?" a voice behind Connor asked. Connor whirled around chucked another knife at the sound of the voice. He heard the clatter as it hit the floor. There was a rush of wind behind him and he was thrown back sideway into the wall again.
He groaned and shook his head. "I really hate it when you do that!"
"What a wimp. The only thing deadly about him is the knifes." The wind came back and pinned him against the wall.
"Oh wait a minute…" someone said.
"What is it?"
"Is that… bandages?"
"Huh, no wonder why he's so weak."
Connor heard someone walked up closer to him and he kicked around and tried to get unpinned, but the wind only increased. "Let's play a game, Gaea."
"What type, Miragea?"
"How much pain can a goodie two shoes take on old wounds."
"Sounds good to me."
****Meanwhile****
"Crap crap crap crap crap crap!" Sansa muttered. Dick looked around. 'No way we'll make it time, look for a secret passage!" he started to rip books and boxes off of shelves, as did Barbra.
"How do you know there's gonna be a secret passage way?"
"There is ALWAYS a secret passage way. Ah-ha!" he yanked a book from the shelf and stood back. The wall behind the bookcase was pushed in and revealed a set of stairs.
"Wow, okay then." Sansa muttered. Dick entered first, then Barbra and Sansa. They all walked down the dark passage way. Sansa sniffed the air and sneezed. "It's dusty." She whispered. "Um. Do I smell smoke?"
Barbra stopped walking. "Sansa?"
"Yeah?"
"You DID remember to close it behind us right?"
"Whoops." Sansa muttered. She saw the flame of the fire rushing towards them.
"RUN!" she yelled.
They bolted down the hall, taking a left then a right, before stopping. "There's a bolt on the door!" Barbra cursed. Dick started to heft the heavy iron bar up and Barbra rushed to help.
"We aren't going to have time!"
Sansa shifted from foot to foot. "Hang on!" she braced herself and stuck out two hands. She could make her own fire… but she's never tried to control someone else's. The wave of heat was hot, like really hot. As the orange descended on them, Sansa grit her teeth and focused.
Grip the flame!
She waved both hands up and the fire roared upwards into the low ceiling.
"Got it!" Dick called to her. She looked at them and then dropped her hands, diving through the doorway to the outside. Barbra slammed the door behind her. The heat radiating from the metal was hot enough to cook a microwave burrito. She gasped and pulled her now bright red hands away.
"Ow!" she yelled and shook her hands. Dick looked around.
"Wrong building!"
"Aw, what!?" Sansa exclaimed. "Where is it?"
"I'm guessing it's the one across the way that has a huge gaping hole in it." Dick said, pointing to it. "Okay, let's go before fire freak comes back!" Barbra said. They all ran out of the building and sprinted to the Madison building. They broke the door down and looked around.
"Oh look, the rest of the goodie two shoes are here." A girl said. She had long white hair in a braid and icy blue eyes that seemed to stare into their soul. Another girl had dark brown hair and green eyes, but the two girls looked exactly alike.
"Oh that is so creepy." Sansa muttered. Barbra looked behind the pair, unlike Sansa. It was Connor.
His head was hanging down and he was pinned to the wall, his bandages soaked with blood. Sansa bit her lip not to scream every foul name she knew. Poor Connor. Wait, where was Sam?
Brownie turned to White. "Miragea?" she asked
"Yeah Gaea?" Miragea said.
'Let's get rid of them quickly."
"Good idea! Maybe we can cut them up too." Sansa scoffed. "Morbid much?"
"Very! Thank you for noticing!" Miragea said gleefully. She stomped her foot and a huge blast of wind ripped Sansa off her feet.
"Whoa!" Sansa said skidding several yards before coming to a stop. Dick threw a knife at Gaea, who dodged it, but it whirled around and skimmed her face. She huffed something and brought her hands up and the building began to crumble. Sansa noticed that Miragea already had a knife in her shoulder.
It was a place to start.
She threw a book getting her attention then did something very dumb. She tackled her. The two scrambled on the floor. Wind whipped at Sansa, but she gripped on tightened. Miragea side kicked Sansa in the stomach, and Sansa held onto her leg, twisting it sending Miragea to the floor. Before both of them knew it, Sansa was on top of Miragea.
Sansa ripped the knife out of Miragea's shoulders. Miragea howled with pain as blood start to soak the both of them, she gripped the knife and flipped over, trying to stab Sansa, the bloody blade moving towards Sansa's chest.
"Dick!" she called. Dick pushed Miragea off of Sansa, who scrambled up off the floor.
Barbra was fighting a losing battle with Gaea, the very floor underneath her threating to sallow her up. "Sansa!" she cocked out, mere inches from getting swallowed into the earth. Sansa looked over. "Think! Think! Uh… Gaea… mythology! Earth… how do I defeat earth?" she bounced up and down on heels
'Fire." She muttered to herself, her eyes getting wide. She brought hands down on the floor.
"Okay…. I'm not sure this is gonna work." She took a deep breath and a moment later, a wall of fire trapped Gaea, but instead of coming from the air, it came from the earth. Gaea gave a shriek and started to fall to her knees, and the earth started to stop swallowing Barbra up.
"Gaea!" Miragea cried. Dick took the time and rammed her into the fire circle. "Close it off!" he ordered Sansa, who drew the flames closer and closer, until it formed a dome of pure heat over the twins.
"When do I stop?" Sansa said, she sounded terrified. "Any longer and they'll be burned to a crisp, and we're not talking bekon!" she warned them.
Dick nodded at her and she dropped he wall. The two girls were both unconscious and unmoving. Sansa bit her nails. "D-did I kill them?" she asked. Dick leaned over them. "That's some bad sunburn, but they're alive, good work Sansa."
Barbra only had one leg still stuck in the ground. "A little help?" she asked. Sansa rushed over to help her pull her leg out. Dick inspected the girls. No Grimore tattoo or markings. But what were they doing here? Where was Sam?
"Sam?" he called. No reply. Sansa and Barbra were unpinning Connor from the wall and helping him up. It was suspicious. A little too much. What did Sam say through the radio? They're planning on bl. B-L. what words start with bl? Blue…. What else?
Blow. Like blow up. They're planning on blowing up the library!
"We need to leave! Now!" Dick shouted. The odd trio looked at him. His looks must have been enough, because they hightailed it out of there.
"Where do we go? We still need Sam!" Sansa said, shifting Connor's weight on her shoulder. Dick pulled out his wrist comm a holograph showed up. He started to type into it.
"Radio waves, I can pick up a sentence or two."
"Okay, um… "We're in the Jefferson building"…. Something about getting something?" he shrugged. "I don't know, but the Jefferson building is a good place to start."
"But we were just there, and Connor is not in that good of shape." Sansa complained. Connor shook them off. "I'm fine." He adjusted the loose bandages.
"Nothing that can't be fixed, let's go." He said. He slipped on his wrist cross bow, which must have hurt, but if it did, he didn't show it. Sansa gave him a pleading look, but he ignored it.
****Break***
"Five minutes left."
"I know."
"Hurry."
"No duh." He crouched over the small package. It wasn't just a package, but a bomb. A small one, but big. Big enough to take apart the entire city. His fingers slipped and he cursed to himself silently.
"Green wire."
"I know." He cut the green wire and took one half of it and attached it to the red wire. The girl behind him tossed her black hair off her shoulder and got a tighter grip on her weapon.
"I was reminding you." She said and glanced around. "Crap. Speed it up. Grimore's here."
"What!?" he started to pull away.
"Don't stop working!"
"Okay, okay. Why are they here?" he snipped a blue wire.
"I don't know. It is Tempest though. We gotta speed this up." The boy didn't look up but shook his head.
"You try doing this after getting wacked with a crowbar."
"I saved you didn't I?"
He just smiled and shook his head, still leaning over the package. "Okay… done." He stood up. "Let's move." The girl tossed him a gun. "Good idea."
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