Nightwing; Son of the Demon's Head – Wanted; Dead or Alive – Part Two –
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Chapter 7: Don't Go Chasing Waterfalls
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"Timmy!!" Jason shouted up the falls at his little bro. "Get down from there before you hurt yourself, kiddo! –
"Shut it, Todd!" A blade went spinning as shadows emerged from all corners of the cavernous place.
"I'm going to make you beg for mercy just for ticking me off!! Gah!"
"Jay!" Gar bounded after as a ferret, as Cy and Raven took out the demon head's forces. Now under Tim's watchful eye, he looked ready to slice and dice. Jason gripped the wall and climbed like no tomorrow. In his mind, Tim was out of his. He knew what Slade was doing and it would be stopped right here.
While chasing waterfalls…
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Batman was on his screen, and Dick was running his hands down the merc's back so longing to make up for a late night unfulfilled. His tongue on the shell of the man's ear, the male in his lap before was so pliant.
Unnaturally.
He'd have to hold it in his pants for a bit, poor pet.
As if he didn't know…
"Are you done?"
Dick let his hands fall, his face crestfallen and sullen. "Am I…. not doing what you want me to, sir?"
"You know what it is I want, Dick." Slade's unmasked eye hit the younger man with a jolt. "You are a terrible liar, so why act like you don't know how to please me?"
"But, sir! –
Dick was slammed back into the bed as the screen vanished as a hologram only. "Your behavior right now is a problem, so why don't we see to it…"
Slade tore at the man's undergarments with such force.
"That your place remains, even if they should come to save what's left."
His hair was tugged as Slade turned the man to rest, straddling the wriggling male on his belly. "You'll let me take you, then you'll stay. You won't move from this spot until I call for you."
His hole was pressed against that rigged stake, burrowing slowly in until his master had rammed the boy's body to fall harder than he had since last night. Dick let out a sharp cry as Slade took him short and hard, cumming on the boy's half naked body as he left his whore to its position.
To be sure of that, Slade unlocked a drawer of toys and devices, including a leather and chain bondage set he'd wanted to try out. Dick was bound to the bed, head looking up and his face so cherry red with shame.
"You can't win, pet. I've already gotten one gift, and in return, you'll be sure to let out as much noise as you can." He smirked to his plaything, shaking and angrier that he'd not won over Slade to kill him in time.
"I'll be fucking that songbird's sound out of you by tonight. We should have something prettier to dress you in for supper…I have a few guests coming who would love to see your progress." He chuckled, more a cackle darkly. " Including, your kid's."
"What? Rose isn't –
"She will come." Slade tugged the binds tightly so that the man in his bed would scream out. He wanted the bat to hear it all. A debased hero in his worst state; bloody and bruised. Deflowered, not just twice.
"Rose is still under my control; you will be sure to greet her later, we'll have to see to Damian coming to his senses as well."
"You won't get them to listen!" Dick spat, back. "Rose and Dami are too familiar with what you did to us! I told them about the curse. I told them about what a monster you REALLY are!!"
"Being repeatedly raped and accepting your place wasn't enough of a warning…But Rose may see you as weak. She may even take pity. I'll have her realize it." Slade got up to shut off the lights, the room too dim to see in as Slade slipped out the doorway. Dick's heart pounded. What was….
"Slade!! Stay away from them!! Please !! I'll stay…But don't hurt them!! Please… SLADE !!"
~ Stay, please …don't…. Slade…~
He was left there, all alone in the darkness…
And now, his family was about to suffer terribly for coming to his rescue.
~ Just, stay…Please…~ He sobbed until his eyes began to droop into rest, not wanting to see what happened then, after the slaughter began because of him.
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Damian banged on the door to his new room. It was a hole, a damned cooler as Slade had made sure that the prince still had his bed to sleep in. He'd never felt so useless in his life! Talia was alive, she had to be!
"Wilson!! Let me out this instant or a swear, you'll be gutted like a carcass... Slade!!" He kicked the door, but it was more so seamless. No way of getting out. No way to find…
A loose stone was there. Upturning the mess, he did not see a key, but his newest idea was something...
He searched for that one item that Todd had given him without Bruce's knowledge, right before the take over for Dami's protection.
"A tooth, with…." He looked at the dirt.
"I don't think it will work, but what the heck…This had better do something impressive."
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Arson added to the record, Dami pulled the false cap out in one yank.
He took the thing to the dirt and with a clod of the stuff from the ground, he put the cap inside the wad of earth and pressed it to activate the detonation.
Activating it and throwing it at the damned door, he flung himself back with the blast. No cape, no problem.
And….
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Fire rained down as he ran. Tim was outside. Dick was…. What about his mother??
She would be safe; Dick was…was…
A scream rattled his ears and he kept running.
Until, there was no place left to go. An unfriendly face held something sinister about it as Dami stood, facing the enemy too soon.
"What's going on, Deathstroke??" Dami huffed with a snarl at his keeper. "Where are my brothers?? What did you do to my mother, creep!"
Slade tilted his head, eyeing the kid with a curious vision. Obscured were his ideals, yet the kid was in the way…for now.
"You won't move." Dami put up his fists, small as they were.
He would dismantle Slade's attempts to stop him.
He had to; it was now or never.
"Perfect timing." Slade's mood seemed to ease, though his movements still brought up reason to use extra caution for the boy. "I'd expect no less from the grandson of the demon's head's late leader…"
"The man you murdered in cold blood…" Seethed the boy. He had no weapons, only his body as a threat to this menacing bulk. "Where are they? I'll escape your murder capital of the world; you've turned my family's legacy into a dumpster fire! I'll never willingly do as you say. Dick and Tim are done, I'm done. There is –
"The bat came running, but you." Slade pulled out his weapon slowly as he came closer, closer.
"Wh – what are you…don't mock me! –
"I never joke." Slade whipped the item out and tugged out Dami's arm as the kid kicked, flailing while Slade's tazer made the singed hero flail even harder before he was caught. Slade threw the kid over his shoulder as three other shadows moved to flank the man. He'd need the boy, but not to fight the bat.
But to bring him to supper, with their intent of having their guests stay the night.
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Tim and Jay were at each other's throats. Bruce had drop kicked a dozen or so killers, and he wasn't about to stop at one hundred; even when a door in the wall above them brought an even more overwhelming, cliff – hanger.
Gar went pale as Raven, Kori and Cy all looked up.
Slade in his full Deathstroke regalia had a person in his grip, a now waking and suffocating body of a boy, as the Bat was fully aware of the risks presented to him. Surrounded by soldiers of the former island's ruler, he had his trump card..
Bruce Wayne now, just had to take a bite out of this live bait.
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