Nightwing; Son of the Demon's Head – Wanted; Dead or Alive – Part Two
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Chapter 13: Oh Brother, Where for Art Thou?
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Long awaited insert of…Respawn, Talia. Rose as Ravager…. the works.
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Bubbles were washed away, the suds of a forced change as Richard sat up on a seat set beside his master's "throne. A few bodies knelt before this couple, the first thought being…
That Batman was still out there with Kori. They'd escaped Slade's –
"You brought only, three of the party to me. Why?"
Gar stepped up to speak as Slade glared down through his throne. Dick biting his lip as the nipple rings he wore for this outfit had a chain which Slade could tug whenever he grew bored.
Fidget spinners for adults, as Raven grimaced at the display for the first time, Jay somehow dispassionately keeping from saying a word. He'd misbehaved and Crane's treatments would continue. Tim had brought him back and for now, he was glad that Goldie was getting all of those much-wanted hands all over him…
As if he'd sniffed out the reason for, why…
"Well, you've failed to catch both the Bat and the alien, so what if I tell you some excellent news while you're here?" Slade leaned over and tugged the chain, Dick's heart racing as it leaped in his throat. The tug to Slade's side caught, him. Off guard and totally docile as a heat in his sallow complexion darkened onto by his fingertips. The touch of the man's chest, his mind went like water and was swept off, a cascading current and his chin was coaxed to look up into the eyes of his forever….
Mate, as Dick's whine was made to quiet with a shot glare into his sad blue orbs.
Slade turned to the boy, then to his remaining team with a grin of some fantastic chain of events, minus the chain he knowingly kept close at hand to tease his pet's pert nipples.
Dick's legs bucked a bit as his tug was sharp enough to keep the hero down, while Slade broke the noise with his decree.
"As of today, Richard will be my official "betrothed."
Raven saw Cy's fists clench, the oil burning hot as she still felt tender in some dark places herself.
Tim had raped her while under a mind-controlled state, and she hadn't stopped him in time.
When he finally was freed, who would be so willing to tell that innocent teen the reason for his crimes?
IT didn't look good, and Slade wasn't done yet with his announcement as he tried again to strike a chord.
"My concubine will also have something to tell you all…" He rested his chin upon the boy's head of raven locks, the panting brat finally knowing his place without a fight. Slade smiled and then returned his gaze to the room as he stood up, letting Dick remain seated while he quitted his harsh breathing.
"Richard has given me, his master, full permission to allow that HE birth my next son."
"What the –
Todd was dragged back and drugged again by Tim, who evilly dragged Jason off to his next treatment as a limp doll in his arms.
"You are a mad man! Nothing like my father, but his demented ideals are still stuck in your HEAD!" Raven warned the merc as Slade pulled out the shock collar's remote.
CY threw out an arm to speak, yet Raven held onto her swollen gut and screamed.
"This should be a happy occasion. And, Roth? Trigon doesn't decide whom it is I'd wish to bed in the future." Slade stated proudly. "Keep Tim company, who don't you? You and he are definitely going to get my full attention…unless, you'd like me to terminate it for –
"I won't have anyone's child, Slade! You can't try to break me by humiliating a half demon. Besides, he's not the first who's done what you did." She stared into that cyclops's eye and did not lose it. When she'd run away long before meeting her friend, she'd traveled and had also been sexually assaulted by men possessed by her father's evil influence to bring her to her knees. A cruel king of that other world, she feared him even more than day. Loathed him, but never her own weakness for being half mortal.
Her target; the man who had brainwashed and raped her teammate. The man who had forced that perfect hero to taint himself to save them all. She'd be the first to send him to the nether – realms to NEVER stick his finger in anyone's pie. Anyone. Including her frirend's.
~AZARATHMETRIONMORTIX!!~
The chains, her cuffs all burst to smithereens as Slade tugged out the second relic in his arsenal against these such magical foes; the tome he'd decided not to lose, even to a dark witch like Raven herself, the last former child of Lord Trigon the Terrible.
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"I'll cover you!" Raven yelled to Cy, who got the idea and now that Tim was not out of his cage, BB was who he had left to fight to get to that gate to the outside world.
"Gar! Remember what's goin' on! Did you hear that?? Your best buds got raped and I'm here trying to keep –
"I don't want to be free…I'm too wild ta' tame!!" Gar became and angry elephant and charged, Cy busy keeping him down as lasers were shot at Cy's back in an attempt to keep him busy.
"Shoot! You gotta snap outta it!!...OR…. I'm gonna make you, green man!!"
~ Make me, then! Come on! I dare you to ssssscrew up on your misssssion, one more time in front of my new bossss…!" Gar changed into a large anaconda snake and went on the attack.
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Damian watched the birds pick up the slack that he had failed to. He felt too run down and Rose wasn't here…
She was on her way back to Slade…the teen gulped and hit an assassin from behind his taught shoulders.
"Don't think I can't land one on you, imbeciles."
"Dami!" Cate flew down and landed to make sure the bat's son was alright.
"You, ok?"
"I'm fine." Huffed the boy. "We need to have a bat plane ready; Rose is being taken back to her father."
Cate nodded and gripped the young hero round his torso as he got a lift without having left with his own extra grapples. They had run out right before rose had…
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Rose was blindfolded and out of it from the trip over the water. She knew it because her precognition ability would not stop running on autopilot. She knew it was to keep her from getting into a dangerous spot, however…
Who was that –
"Your father said you are no real good to him as you are, too meek and useless." She heard a sound of a pair of scissors and gasped.
"We have to keep this princess as presentable as ever, especially since her father has big news! You'll be getting a new mother; I believe he'd told the Titans."
That voice, was he just a myth?
"Who…what do you want with my family?"
"To see it divide and grow." Crane readied his solution with a chuckle and answered this attention starved individual.
"Your father and your DNA chain is a work of art, my dear. A marvel of scientific befuddlement that…well, I am a fan of seeing how the mind works in this case, yet you can go back to sleep now my dear…" He crooned as she struggled not….to…feel…
Needle.
It was a damned needle, as she was conked out again while the good doctor worked his own sort of alchemy on her young body and mind.
He took her jaw in his hands as a thumb rubbed over her slack chin. "How you sparkle in the blackest of worlds that only sinners like us may rule, my child." He let her head fall, a bit of saliva what he'd gathered for his latest sample. "This dose will be crafted special; you'll never realize you were away for longer than... well... ever!" He giggled and lead the next needle to the closest arm his fingers could manage to grapple. Oh, this job was richer by far – most doctors never lived this long when it came to Deathstroke and his seriously demented ideals. Grinning like a devil in a cloth mask that he was accustomed to as The Scarecrow, Dr. Crane wanted nothing more than to fund his own ingenious undertaking of some revolutionary science fit for only the brightest minds.
"You are too dim right now, my lovely Rosie…" He softly brushed a strand of snow-white hair from the side of her face. "But, in time…you will see the light of all your father and I are wishing to accomplish."
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Talia tightened and loosened screws, took apart the least guarded boy in the floating vat as he was encouraged by his own budding curiosity to watch this beautiful onlooker from his nest. His only home he'd ever known.
"You are an abomination to them, yet if I can train you not to kill unconsciously, Damian your brother, he will understand why –
The hiss of steam from the door had Talia scramble as the boy was given a finger by her lips to stay silent, yet he could not speak yet anyway – was this a game they were playing? Oh, alright!
The red eyed white-haired child curled up in his vat and pretended to dose inside his suspended cocoon, while the guards checked over the room, finding no reason to be so suspicious as they stared at the boy, then spoke about something that caught even Talia's ear.
The first guard she called him, spoke firstly.
"I heard that Lord Deathstroke impregnated his favorite –
"Is that even possible??? He's not a woman." The second gawked back, making Talia crinkle her nose by their blatant stupidity.
"No, but what our new king wants, he receives." The first stated. "Even if it rivals law and order…but, my god, it is possible, but who would have thought it? Nightwing and Deathstroke? Husband and concubine for real?"
"You knew when you started working here that it was going to be a trip." The second idiot guard had brought out a blunt from his belt. Talia got an idea to take those bone – heads by surprise, but then she realized.
Highly flammable.
Science would work for itself, as the fumes were not only toxic –
The first instantly went into fight or flight mode.
"You can't smoke in here?! –
Talia ran as the room started to hiss and whirr, the gasses triggered by the vat of Ra's Lazarus pit being the catalyst, yet she'd been treated a special medicine at birth to avoid its fumes when it was, disturbed.
The stupid guards coughed and were blinded by the toxic mix, Talia getting the crooning child among the glass to know that she was on his side, not Slade's.
"Come with me, my son."
The boy was freed as the waters of his vessel ran clearer, she knocked out the guards and stole one of their weapons as well as wrenched from the other a cloak of an elite fighter.
Getting high on the job would have you, beheaded if your enemy never missed. The boy clung to her leg, a year in difference than her sweet, small Damian. With a pat, she handed him the cloak to wear around his pale shoulders, almost as albino as his oddly colored hair. "Come, let's go to where it is safest…" She and the science project; her DNA and Slade's, took off down into the caverns as the two witless guards fell short of their orders while continuing to choke…
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