Skylar was already having a bad day, if basically not being able to move her arm and being under the watchful eye of a variety of sadistic armed guards who had already thrown mining supplies directly at her injured arm, so they weren't exactly going to be helpful. But not only that, nope, her day was even WORSE (if that was even possible), since there was a plethora of people, who she only recently learned the name of, who know her secret identity! Why is she even calling it a 'secret' identity anymore?
To top it all off, it was time for the annual, every 5 minute patrol the guards to through, so that meant she had to deal with THOSE assholes and process the fact that literally everyone in their little group has ties in the hero community; a one in a billion chance, which meant there was most likely a traitor in their midst. It was probably one of the twins, since nobody seemed to know them.
The guards, who usually just walked past her and snarled, decided that this time they were going to have some fun. Well, it was only in for them in their twisted minds. Not a very appealing trait, especially if you're trying to get a date. These guys were probably on Tinder, Skylar thought with a silent laugh. If only Irey could hear her!
The guards walked over to her (though, Skylar has to wonder, why would you walk at least a quarter of a mile to pick on somebody?), and pulled the pic axe out of her hands, at the same time shoving her injured shoulder into the wall and laughing as she winced. If only she had her shrikens, the maybe these wannabe villains wouldn't be laughing at her; she'd be laughing at them.
"Whatcha' doing, girly?" The guard with dirty blond hair taunted, his breath smelling of alcohol and cigarettes, making Skylar gag.
Skylar wanted to retort, really, she did. But she realized that not only would she land the same fate as that 8 year old, but it was more likely to happen to her and Damian because of their age if they do anything that even seems remotely out of place. That, that just plain ticked her off.
Skylar's eyes beamed with anger, the green irises darkening as Skylar's anger built up, and she made a wild grab for the pic axe, but fell back down as she was unable to use her left arm, and that she had swung it around as a result of the jump and it hurt like hell; black spots were dancing in her vision because of it. Not her most graceful moment, that was for sure.
"Does the girly want it?" The other guard, who had shaggy brown hair and a cigar in his mouth teased, chuckling to himself as she struggled to get to her feet.
Skylar, instead of just taking all this crap like she was supposed to, just sat back down to where get had fallen and flipped the guards off; they didn't take that very well, but then again, nobody does.
The guards growled on offense (that was a thing? Apparently it is...), and went to make a grab at Skylar when Dami hit the blonde one in the back of the head with a really well aimed throw of a pic axe.
Damian knew that he was probably going to get both himself and Skylar bloody backs, but he didn't care. Not if someone was going to harm someone just for amusement. That's one of the reasons Batman has to constantly tell Damian that mutilating people is considered wrong, even on Batman standards (really? Bryce won't kill people but he's been shown to give quite a few people permanent brain damage and paralysis.)
"Why you little-!" The cigar-smoking guard didn't even get to finish his sentence be was so angry. Not a good thing for Damian and or Skylar.
The others in the two groups could only watch miserably and helplessly as both Damian and Skylar were roughly grabbed by the scruff of their necks by the angry guard and taken out of the rocky tunnel.
The grip the guard had around their necks seemed to be so tight that it seemed to draw the littlest bit of blood, but that could just be Skylar's imagining things. Though, she couldn't really tell reality from imagination because the burning in her arm was making her breath hitch, the dots that had been previously dancing in her vision now fighting for the claim to domaince.
Usually Skylar wouldn't be affected so much by an injury such as this, but it's been a long time since she broke her wrist, so that hurt like hell, and she couldn't pop her shoulder back into place because it would hurt her wrist a lot more than Skylar would like it too. Basically that meant the dislocated shoulder and broken wrist it is!
A little while later, neither Damian nor Skylar could tell how long, they could only barely make out the fact that they were now in the faculty building instead of the thundering outside or the rocky and dangerous tunnels.
Finally, the guard threw them onto the ground, which caused a sharp intake of breath on both parties and a gasp of pain as well.
"Aren't things just...peachy?" Skylar gasped, thinking they were alone in the nicely lit room, before squinting her eyes closed and rolling onto her other side, and Damian blurrily saw that it was because she had landed on her injured arm, and Damian could imagine it hurt as bad as his ankle did.
When the guard had thrown Damian, he has went to land on his feet because of only pure instinct. Thus, when he landed on his foot, his ankle not only have out immediately but it also hurt like hell on a silver fucking platter. His injuries thigh also did little to help him in the long run.
"Well, well, well, I should've suspected the oldest would've made a stand. Foolish children." Damian and Skylar probably would've recognized the voice, but there were too busy trying to sit up AND deal with the ringing in their ears that they barely even processed that someone other than one of them had spoken.
"Pathetic." Somebody spit into Damian's face, in which he really wanted to kick in the nut, a batarang to the face wouldn't hurt...Too bad that was impossible, seeing as he was in civvies and didn't have his utility belt and he could barely stand on his own.
"Idiotic." Said person muttered again, but this time he kicked Skylar in the ribs, knocking out her breath and really making her want to rip the guys throat out, but that sadly wasn't an option as she had to deal with the black dominating her vision, even though the sudden (and not so sudden pain in her arm.
"By the time I'm done, you both shall remember the name Dragon..."
By then, neither Damian nor Skylar were conscious, the pain having overtaken them.
Soon enough, Skylar was awoken. And not by the sun besting down on her skin; no, she was woken by an intense throbbing in her arm and the distinct stench of rotting meat. Or, was that actually rotting corpses? Actually, never mind, Skylar didn't want to know. (Though, now that she had thought about it, the question probably wasn't going to leave her alone. Yay. Not.)
Just as well, Damian seemed to be nodding awake as well. He was woken up by the weightlessness he felt in his legs, but the absolute soreness if his upper body muscles.
His bodies internal alarms may have played a part in that as well...
Though, it was a good thing, that's for sure. Just minutes after Damian had fully come to his senses and realized they were tied a concrete pillar, chains binding his hands together above his head, had a group of grinning guards and a smug looking Dragon drinking Russian vodka had come in.
Damian could only imagine how horrible Skylar would feel, having a broken wrist and dislocated, after all, and now having to deal with what was probably going to be whip torture, although, with the way the chains were binding them, it would be rather un...Traditional to whip someone anywhere else bit on the back.
Why he thought that using a whip to torture someone by hitting their back continuously a torture not meant to be tampered with, Damian didn't really want to think about.
"You see, children, these boys don't have a high tolerance for misbehavior," Dragon started, his voice not even sounding like he'd drunken any vodka, "And you can be used as prime examples to the younger ones if why they shouldn't step out of line. Now, boys, have with them the way you please."
Skylar tried to thrash to get out of her chains when she saw the weapons the guards carried, but only got an intense wine, a hiss of pain, and more sinister smiles as a result.
Oh, they needed a miracle. And they needed it NOW.