Nightwing – Son of the Demon's Head; Wanted Dead or Alive – Part Two
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Chapter 12: Careening Black Birds – Silly Song Bird
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~ You'll have to give us the info once we land in the ship yard. ~
~ They have weapons and hired guns. You have to both use caution. ~
~ Lighten up, Babs. We've got this. ~
A rustle of capes and zipped up of suits commenced, as Barbie G rolled her eyes while by the computer in her own bunker of a sorts, now against Gotham's new threat.
Owls.
Talons, come for the Bat family's heads. She opened up the communication link one last time, knowing it wasn't goodbye for certain.
Yet, one could never tell in a city such as this.
~ Just, Spoiler? Cate? Cass? Huntress? Come home safe. ~
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Dami blinked awake to find himself gagged, bound, yet with plenty of options to put himself to use.
Starting with his bat glare and fresh mouth.
" Rmmn!"
Rose.
He'd been with her when the Talons had attacked them on the streets.
How could he be so stupid?
What if she was still under Slade's memorable "mind control?" What if –
"Son of the former leader of the League of Assassins…"
The boy turned to seek out just what the noise was; that, a fly in his ear?
It was danger, calling out.
But no.
He turned his head to see someone stepping out of the shadows of what looked to be an unoccupied…
He focused on the spot a little more.
No, wait….
He saw faces in the dark.
Dozens of glowing eyes, as he gasped.
" Mnn- nnnmrrnn!!" Damian cried behind the bothersome gag. His captors were in fact amused and easily all chuckled at him, echoes throughout their little resting stop.
The boy's cheeks burned with an embarrassed hue, as Dami scanned the room for another face.
He didn't find it, before the one who'd called out his title came close.
An older superior, a Talon with decorated armor and so many knives…
Dami just stood. He sat and tried to be braver than he had.
He'd lost Rose, he'd let her out of his sight…
"Your, Batman isn't here to protect this city." The elder Talon readied himself to see to this squirming kid on his own, per their employer's words. "We are going on a little trip; you'll need to keep silent and follow –
" Hnnnm-mmm! NNrr! M-Mrmmn!"
The Talon's eyes blinked, hand coming closer to removing the gag obstructing the kid's naturally witty tone.
"Better?"
"As if I'd trust you." Dami shot at the bird snatcher. "You work for Deathstroke, and you don't have a right to be here. Batman defeated you!"
"Ah, it has words to spew like missiles." Chuckled the mocking bird and his flock, not before the kid prince of Gotham snorted in their direction.
"What ever happened to your companion?" Asked the owl – servant curiously, changing the subject back over to the boy's ally. "Did she happen to lose her way –
"What…. did you do – so help me…...I'll come down on you with the reign of all of Gotham's injustices, combined! You won't harm her…. where is Rose??"
"Ah, so you do remember." The talon nodded and rubbed its masked chin. "You'd be an asset to someone important, if…" The talon leaned in a bit closer, making Dami nervous. "If you'd just kept your mouth…SHUT."
"NO!" Dami felt arms grab him as the talon's leader looked rather irritated, or amused. He didn't want to guess as his captor then pulled out a compression gun.
For injecting into metas that had gone rogue, mostly.
"Get that thing away from me!" Dami was not even dressed as Robin right now, he was the son of the bat's alter ego and these chasers recalled who he was?
Was this, someone they'd fought once before? Did they know too much??
"You're going to stay quiet while we return you to the person who's sent us to pick you up, little prodigy."
Right, so Deathstroke had opened his big mouth. Description and all. Psychopath….
"I won't go. I want to see your other captive, the one I came here with first."
"She's being held elsewhere." The talon rejected the request rather quickly. "Needed to ship her off much, sooner." The talon sighed and loaded up the knock out drug into the mini gun. "I hope you'll think over an apology for running away once we get there."
Dami looked up…
Did, that shadow look…
"Why?" Dami then unexpectedly allowed his mouth to quirk up into smirk, as his eyes spotted something else moving in the dark. "Should I have to?"
"You…. could do with a bit of that, yes." The talon answered a bit warily, before aiming the gun at the boy's arm.
" Touch him once."
The talon looked behind them.
In the rafters was the cavalry.
Strapped in black and armed with the latest in their combat years, three impressive souls stood boldly on against the dimly lit backdrop.
Red - haired Cate Cane as Bat woman.
Stephanie Brown as Spoiler.
Cassandra Kane as Black Bat.
"You answer to the Birds of Gotham." Cate pointed her finger at the oppressors of one of their own.
"Birds of Prey; go get em, team!!"
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Dick was left on his side, sleeping that way before he was called back to entertain another thought.
Another master; his.
"Tim…" Dick sobbed as soon as he'd seen Slade replaying the image before his eyes.
"Come here, pet."
Dick's feet moved without slippers or shoes to house his aching arches, as he flew and landed within the arms of the man he hated, eye wide and unsure if the curse was doing this.
"You crave someone's full affections, just as I crave a distraction from all of the noise your former team is making."
Slade petted Dick's scalp as his pet's fingers dug into a softer fabric than his itchy own.
"Would you like a bath? It's just a way to keep us both calmer. Just what we need right now…"
Dick knitted his brows. "Why…are you being like this, S – master?"
"Hm?" Slade expected this act of kindness to seem, off to the young man.
"Why now, and…. what are you go –
"I wanted us both to be prepared, pet." Slade lifted up the boy's chin, thumb rough and tender over his pale cheek bone. "You'll need more attention if I'm going to keep you pretty. And, I suppose you've just gotten your wish. Now, stop sulking and follow."
The man's tone became more direct, less foreign as Dick nodded and in his hand he just went along. What wish? What had he bothered to beg Slade for…all for….
Dick's eyes stayed dry until they'd been basking underneath a great set of steam bath fountains. It was quite luxurious; how Ra's perhaps wanted to be reminded of the pits of Lazarus even when he was among the living.
Beside Slade, he sunk to his knees and let the bubbles fade as they sloshed in response to his sleek movements. As jittery as a mouse trying to remain illusive to a hunter in the fields, Richard was wary; that even for a second as Slade rested at the man's back, splayed out and with a long sigh, Slade too fell into the steam bath's rocky comforts for only a king and his concubine.
"I've thought about it; how much you should be happy to call me your master."
Slade's words evaporated to the younger male as sea foam among ocean waves, yet he bobbed his head at the talk of a perfect union.
If only it were just that, while Slade's hands roamed over his pet's pretty figure. The whines withheld from gulping at the water, his body craned low as Slade pulled the male flush between his legs.
Something touching, aching and rock hard. Dick reverted and knew this was just a ruse to have him relax.
What Slade really wanted, was that immodest distraction that his pet loathed.
Tim had….violated, raped poor Raven…Slade had put Dick in a box yet his emotions were not to be toyed with. It was -
"Thought it would be best to tell you…" Slade's breath reached his inner lobe as Dick tried to keep from trembling. The curse…it made him so weak, right?
He gasped.
No.
It was, more.
He'd gotten hard.
He, Nightwing, Richard Grayson Wayne…..
Hard…from DEATHSTROKE.
" She's been found, Dick….But that isn't all…The project I have, will be my gift."
"P- project?" Dick stuttered as Slade managed to flick at a tender bud, the man's chest tightening as Wilson only enjoyed the sight of his bucking bride. Who? Did he mean Talia, or…
~ My wish, no…..no! He didn't find her. Bruce promised…~
"I wanted this; for you to come only for me, to do as I say forever…you're almost perfect, always were. And now."
"Now….sir…."
Dick bit his lip as the touching moved south. His cock getting a similar treatment as his swollen nipples.
"Crane and I took the liberty, we want to secure a bloodline to undo all of Ra's work. I want you to carry it…"
Dick flinched as his cock was stroked faster now, his hips moving in to the man's stomach as his pert younger ass jutted up against the elder's tireless member. Rubbing it to further hardness, making Slade growl in a husky way. Both thankful for his gift. For this opportunity to claim.
"You'll be birthing a son. For me, mine alone….like you."
Dick tried to turn his head, yet the man's fingers found his hole. Scissoring them eventually to widen the gap. Sucking them back with the water's pull. Dick bit back a moan as the pressure was….was never ending…
"No…..n……not….-
"You don't have a say anymore in the matter, pet." Slade finally removed his harsh digits to lift the younger male up over his hard, aching piece.
"You'll take what I give you, do as I say….and you'll finally, learn to like it. As I know you do now…"
He fell flat onto that stake, burning him from the inside as Richard let out a hoarse cry. His eyes watering now that his dual freedoms were dissolved within the heated, bath foam. The waters ran hotter, covering the sounds of the pair's moaning, grunting ecstasy. Richard was sure Rose would take one look at him and kill them both. He'd failed her. Trying too hard to escape –
And losing his mind…
Another jolt of pressure as Slade lifted him, only to drop the kid back down with legs spread, in the steaming bath water, right onto the mercenary's unclad cock. Moaning out a choral song as any pretty song bird to its habitat, Robin was no more –
He bucked back.
Renegade was forever in exile.
If he stayed, he could –
"Did I say we were through?? I've already laid out the seeds you'll need to help…..me to nurture…your young –
Dick bit his lip, trying not to sob and gawk all at once.
It shouldn't hurt. Why did it ache at all??
"Ho- how??" He gasped, begging for an explanation to Slade's mood changes.
"Magic, maybe..." Slade teased and nipped and Richard's lobe a bit. "Or when you slept, we experimented on your body. I saw it as something …..invaluable. Wanted…" purred the male.
"In other words….." Grinned the psycho to his toy, grip tightening as he was ready to shoot his load where it was needed the most.
Dick panted, heart pounding in his ears. The fear spreading right to his cock.
He shook his head, squirmed and found it hopeless as Slade's marathon sex was indeed legendary.
Every night, he'd have the best sex. And every night, he'd cry the most tears to lull himself off to sleep.
As Slade's official concubine.
"You're about to carry my child, Richard. Remember what happens when you try to defy me."
The sloshing waters drowned out the sound of cum being shot into the younger man's w – womb….he bawled out, feeling so very…. dirty, even in such a beautifully crafted bath as this. Slade just chuckled, still moving as his cock refused to still.
"I cannot wait to have you….for the rest of our lives, my beautiful little song bird…!"
The mess inside of his pet was massively flawless. The shot so dynamically deafening, that Dick couldn't speak for a few minutes before he finally, blacked out.
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Talia couldn't stand that she'd come back; hiding below the places Slade could reach. Hhe could squeeze the life from her so many times, yet…
He did not.
She snaked around the back of the midnight horror; of a child of her blood and his, one born from scientific means. He'd not given up on any of her children, yet Damian…
He'd be the one to sacrifice to this living monster.
White hair, eyes so very…. red…. odd.
She saw the teen inside the tub of special fluids blink at her, beg her to stay. She did not look away, thinking maybe…maybe…
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Starfire and Bruce did not spot Jay and Gar at the top by the main fort they'd been tasked to find. Starfire looked, distressed while Bruce was frustrated by their lack of tact.
Or maybe another bear came along. It was all very spotty. No trails dug into the barren earth, and no scents…
"They were taken."
Starfire gasped. "That cannot be!" She rebuked. "They were playing the game "the fairest and the square!" They would never –
"Garfield was working on Slade's side due to what Crane tried on Jason earlier." Bruce sighed and ignored the itching in his throat. How parched he was; avoiding the cyclone used by evil scientists lie Crane.
"He had told me he'd take out your teammate. He failed. No one's left but us."
"No, that…" Starfire looked to see that Raven and Cyborg were still impossible to spot.
"This…" Eyes wide to the man left in her path, she had the gist of what he was trying to paint for her to read aloud.
"There was never a contest for the freedom of my dear, friends!"
Bruce nodded as he felt an eerie wind; a set of feet were coming from the fort, the mound of dirt shifted slightly. Sand and silt, crunching under boots of a military precedence.
"I thought you'd be back."
Kori was afraid to charge; thinking it was just as much, two sets of feet.
Tim and….
Jason. With Gar.
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Twisted!!! And, unofficially a threat of M/M, M - preg. We are ramping up – next time; Chapter 13: Oh Brother, where for art thou?" Stay curious, read on!