Teen Titans Presents; Renegade – Prison Break – Break Out!
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Chapter Four: Sour Candy – Violent Pornography
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Basing part of this scene sadly on Enzai game and anime – not for the short of breath. Anyway, there will be M to a degree, and a sinister plot! Also, violent p is the title of a System of a Down song that talks about the way subliminal imagery in media is pretty much ruining us, or so the lyrics provide to my ears.
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The call was to an untraceable location in New Mexico, just after the incident with the smuggling round that had been rudely interrupted by muscle and a twerp in black and orange.
Bane's one job was to handle that shipment and he wasn't trying to bulldoze down anyone's judgement…yet. The call proved to be a trouble to ignore so in his natural accent and heritage, he took the call and shut a part of his madness to rest.
" Hola, who is this?"
~Someone who is very, truly sorry that your role was taken advantage of…Did you find the time to get outside of your state –
"I ran like the devil. Shit, man. Who is this?"
~There is trouble, and then you had a guardian angel looking out for your wellbeing. ~ The caller chuckled through the line.
~Ring a bell, luchador? ~
"Does it even…" Bane pumped his fists. "Of course!" Bane groaned into his bottle of corona.
"Gloating is unsportsmanlike of you, amigo. Mr. Wilson. We had a deal; the kid broke it."
~We're in the process of having him back in custody. And do be reassured; he will be punished for his disrespect. ~ Slade told the brute through the line. ~ Anyway, I found out that your old crew members were in Belle Reve on bad behavior. ~
"They just watch out for info, do what I say. You understand our way of doing things, hombre."
~ I do…~ Slade peered at his informant's files of the prison's security blueprints.
"And…you were gonna apologize, I guess? What? Has that kid made you soft in the head, muchacho!? I don't wanna hear your ex –
~Your men went after MY apprentice. ~
Bane's eyes narrowed below the mask he wore.
"So? You want them to back off? I know the brat isn't really into you like that. He hates you as much as he tried to stab me or beat my face until the authorities arrived. They tried to drain my veins! I won't just let you off with a "sure."
~He did, and I want him to kill like I can properly one day…but not direct that violent act again towards you. I need your men to keep up the good work. I want him to hate that cell as much as I'll have him pointing his swords at the Bat in the coming months. ~
"You…." Bane gawked. "You are loco, Slade! That nino –
~ A teenager, and I can tell you myself…. he's no ordinary kid that I've so happened to pick out of the gutter. But from the mansion of a filthy rich "familiar" billionaire and his fineries. You'd like that. And I know you have beef with the Bat. ~
Slade smirked, imagining Dick being so afraid to stay that he'd plan his own break out of Belle Reve before the trial. He'd ruin them by his actions while Slade had every ounce of control relinquished over to himself…
"Ruin the kid hero in jail, muchacho? He's not even legal and those guys don't give a shit about…if he bleeds to death."
~ Leave him alive, just hurting. Regretful if you can. ~ Slade told the smuggler. ~ He's my responsibility, or his friends won't get to see that boy in coming decades. Not as a hero, anyway… ~
"My guys are bad ass." Bane nodded. "I'll have them follow the instructions you gave, but you had me dug out of my cell. I don't know what for?"
~Call us even up to now. Don't forget, I can always send you back there with one email to the city. ~
He could, Slade was a nightmare to NEVER be allowed as sworn into any office!
"I…can do it, and you're to promise the Bat won't know about this?"
~He'll only hear what I want him to. ~ Slade told the bulky fighter rather darkly. ~ Pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Bane. Have fun, on the outside…~
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Dick was still on edge by the time he'd gotten to his cell. The guards were quiet and it worried him.
Deadshot had a key from Waller in case there was a problem, just as a few of the hombres of Bane's found Dick's cell and kicked the door with the intention of rattling him a bit.
Or, that was the plan, right?
"You wanna play with us, miho? You wouldn't wanna lick my boots and tell everyone what you are doin' in our kingdom? I'm not so nice to those brats who wanna ruin the place. Come over here, or we start wailing on your amigo here. Ah…Floyd, right? Just how you doin??"
They were too busy mocking Deadshot on one side, while the others the biggest had a key card.
Dick got up and knew he was in trouble. If he yelled, nothing happened…
"Bruce…." Dick whispered and got closer to the bed, using it as a tool to have him out of that door.
"Hey! Let me –
Dick swung his head to the side before keeping it on his attackers.
Deadshot was shot up with looked to be a smuggled needle, as he winced while the man's arm got a dose.
"Shit! Kid!! They are here from BANE!"
"Oh…. you gonna cry, muchacho? What? Are you not liking your "welcome" party?" The man had a hand on his belt, Dick was this close to bolting as his eyes caught –
" WYATT !"
The man was too far away, so it was useless as he left Dick to his fate.
"Fuck!" He turned to the boys in tats and a few other surprises.
"Got another dose of that bitch – drug?" The other had a second syringe and Dick was afraid to fly, caged. Heart beating like he'd spasm against his cot.
Dick started to pant, his eyes slipping back between the door and the hall.
No…no no …! Bruce had –
" HEYY !!" He tried again and they all pounced in at once.
Yelling never worked here, after all.
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Dick would have been pushed into a state of unease, had someone else not been here at the right moment.
"You dumb brats have any idea how late it is! And those things are not permitted. I'm seriously ready to bust some heads. How about you, Digger mole?" The chaotic looking, crazy haired troll in an orange jumpsuit grinned impishly at the Capt on his right. "Digger" just rolled his blue eyes the other way.
"Get off it, mate. They're still hard as planks of wood." Boomerang pointed from beside this big headed, lazy - eyed psychic little person who had a plan, alright.
"Might have to soften em up, make em worth wailin' on instead!" The psychic by the waves he gave off, cracked his tiny knuckles and smirked at the indecent bunch of thugs.
A punch to the skull and a dully levitated batch of creep gangsters were shoved into the hall, as Dick tried to breathe again. He shakily got up and tapped the side of Deadshot's glass.
"Are…. you, ok?" Dick was trembling a bit, heart still beating along to his hoarse breathing.
"Kid…. s…sorr…."
Dick's face fell.
He'd failed, the stupid reason was…this was his mission and he'd almost…Floyd went to his knees, head in his hands.
"It's ok…." Dick slid to his knees as the creeps were gotten together to alert the men still by their posts.
Not Wyatt, he was nowhere to be found…
Waller had gone home for the night.
No one had stayed….
Bruce, had lied to him…
"It'll be ok…. I…. I'm not hurt…We're fine…" Richard felt his lip wobble, chest rising up painfully before his eyes began to water. "I'm not h – hurt…." He whispered and tried to will back the force of his small sobs.
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"That…. was, a disaster." George Harkness brought his head down as his red mop covered his embarrassment poorly.
"I could say that to ya – Pea shooter never even stood a chance!" Dr. Psycho had seen this sort of thing before. Deadshot couldn't kill around kids or young people like Richard. An incident had led him to realize it and he also hated Deathstroke for breaking his code. He'd not tell Dick, yet Floyd had a little girl of his own back in the states.
" Gentlemen , Mr. Wayne is on the line." Waller had been called in early as Wyatt sat in one seat, George, Psycho and Deadshot who'd recovered long enough to bleed his heart out a bit.
"I told you I needed back up! Bane was not there, but he may as well have been planning this far! Amanda. Take me off the team –
"Why break it up, mate?" George threw a look Floyd's way, concerned for his team member. "Harley might be a better pick. We can't have the doors –
"According to our cameras all but one, the key card was left under the inmate's bed."
"What?" He'd been shot up as Lawton. "You're joking. Someone wanted that to happen to the kid??"
"You idiots don't know the half of it!" Smugly stated the troll in the room. "I took a peek with the guard's permission and SAW that Bane allowed it to his boys in a message. Sayin' "Make him regret it."
"So, revenge by the Bat in question? They all don' like the Dark Knight." Wyatt protested.
"Nope." Psycho shook his short neck out. "You're not even half - way there."
"Slade." Floyd gritted his jaw. "Somehow, I think –
"What proof do you have that he's who we want to go after?" Wyatt jumped down the sharp shooter's throat. "Kid is a living target behind these walls. Why not take him to a place with kids his own age –
"Not enough security, sir." George frowned. "Most in the system are still smuggled outside the damn facility by their own staff, or worse! I've heard of that in orphanages all over the world, but it would be impossible. He's almost sixteen anyway."
"And we can't have an elite squad to keep any other hired assassins at bay." Waller added with a nod at her desk.
"This proves that we need her on board." Dr. Psycho brought up the thought with another yes to that though Waller wouldn't speak of.
"She's not one – hundred percent ready."
"Harleen?" Scoffed the doctor. "She could cure Bruce Wayne of his daddy issues! I think the kid just needs to trust us a little bit more than we are willing to admit."
"He's got a point." George shrugged in agreement.
"All in favor of helping the boy wonder get over his inner demons, say I!"
"No." Floyd stood up to leave the room. "What happened in there was a warning shot. If Slade got to Bane and Bane has his guys catch us off guard like before, I have an even better idea."
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Harley was ready to pop like the mister bubba she'd chewed until it was raw as bone marrow in her mouth.
A few inmates would have called her a quitter, yet this was like a mini vacation.
The person to walk in that door was a set of guards, nudging her to leave her me time a bit for some more shockers down that hallway. She got up and popped her last bubble, wondering if Ivy was done with her formula to Terraform Gotham just yet…
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"Baby bird! Oh, my…. you got so big!"
"Hi…" Dick felt silly as Dick's face was no mystery. Mr. Jay knew Bruce being the bat and all, yet Harley was going borderline into hero territory since then.
"How'd you get locked up like us baddies – oh, ex – bads, my bad!"
"I'm here on trial." Dick said very bluntly. "We, I need your help with a few things…"
She sat across from him as Waller walked into the room.
"Good morning, Harleen. Good news, your probation is going on this fall. Call it a long awaited thanks for your hard work while on my team."
"But…what about the kid?" She turned her head to the boy beside her. "Is he not goin' to juvy?"
"He's a special case and your teammates also are in a bit of a bind." Dr. Psycho came in with two guards letting him wander freely.
"Meatball head is here too?? What did you do?" She chided the troll of an ally, once or twice removed.
"I'm doing my damn job, woman! And for your information, I'm on this case jst like you are."
"Uhh…so what? Did he rob a –
"He assaulted Bane and had many officials at the border, hospitalized."
Harley gawked, then turning to throw cusses like an old aunt at the teenager in the hottest seat, she never looked back at Waller's temples - the size of tumors.
" WHAT ??? YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!! WHY WOULD YOU ATTACK THOSE GUARDS IN FRIKEN MEXICO?? ARE YOU TRY –
"I was running away from the man who's trying to take me back !" Dick blurted out in her face, his face falling still as she assumed it to be the bat, before her therapist position made perfect sense.
"You are, in a lot of trouble…. why isn't B here helpin?"
"He, can't be in two places at once…" Dick answered, disappointedly.
" Bullshit!"
"Shut it!" Psycho massaged his temples. "I wanted to try something, but I need you to stop tryin' to give us all clinical migraines and let a pro get into his memory to find the guy who did this!"
Harleen gripped Dick's shoulders as the kid winced by the kind hit from Wyatt two days ago.
"Who???" She demanded with a shake. The kid was like her nephew in that city! He couldn't be thrashed as a target by just anyone…
"He…is the man who has the Titans currently, under his thumb…" Swallowed the boy wonder. "We called him, Slade." He began. "When he was really, actually Deathstroke. The mercenary who blew up everything at the border to see me brought back as his, forced apprentice…"
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Waller had not heard that part, so Dick started talking, feeling the words pour out as his blue eyes flshed back and forth.
"It won't matter anyway…" He bit his lip. "Slade is a master of disguise. If he wins, none of you might ever see me –
"Don't say that, bird boy!" Harleen pulled Dick into her grip and hugged him until he whined to have her let go.
"You're a part of the Gotham family, kiddo. I don't think seein' you on the side of evil will give us pleasant dreams. Oh, but yeah…. Also do know who he's talkin' bout!" She nodded with a smile to Waller and Psycho.
"The Bizarro Incident." Both, monotonously said.
"You got it! Great work, everyone…so? Psycho, who are our go - to handlers? Is ole' Floyd up to tango?"
"Before we go into more detail of the opposition." Waller tried to take a deep breath.
She was going to need it…
"I need to know exactly what the officers are doing to prevent unease as we sit here. Wyatt?"
"We'll up working hours, the blocks' security and try to keep the peace as you said, Mrs. Waller." Wyatt seemed agreeable enough, yet Dick had a feeling it was all a farce.
"Good, but I want my staff to help out."
"No can do, Mrs. Waller."
"Why not?" She was also to wonder if this heresy was a power grab by her most senior of staff.
"Because the men upstairs don't want inmates ta have that kinda' power." He replied. "You give Boomerang his toys, you'll be down one or ten troopers."
"Excuse me, mate! I'm a bleedin' citizen, too –
"Barely."
"I object to this complete waste of time!" Dr. Psycho interrupted. "I'm going into the kid's mind even if I have to set up regular appointments and book open schedulers for next Christmas. I'm into psychotherapy. Harleen is a counselor…we've got it covered!"
"Stop this at once!" Waller saw everyone freeze.
"If we fight like this, how long before Deathstroke finds a way to hold the system in his palm? He already has a new face and is taking on this boy's case against MY ability to change any minds about it. Mr. Wayne advised me to have this kid away from the courtyard, the gym or even the library and cafeteria. He's to stay in his cell until the month is up and his trial is absolute on his move to Gotham. Whenever Slade's ready to try us again, we'll be ready. This poor boy almost got raped, yes that. And gangraped under YOUR WATCH. And mine…"
"Wayne could sue."
"He can't." Waller tried to tell the shorter doctor. "As far as anyone else knows, this kid is still under custody of Mr. Wilson. You'll call him Rick, not Richard. Not anything to give his secret away." She licked her lips to go on. "If that man gets Rick out of our hands and back into his own, he'll bring us into the realm of political undoing. It could start a war within the nation."
Dick…had never thought of it that was as the others also cooled off.
"If we want this done correctly, you'll follow my every word. I want to know who's tampering with the security footage. Pieces are missing, and each time this all involved the kid being attacked." She told her team, outright.
"That was why you never saw Babcock speak like…that." Dick nodded, disappointed by how ingenious all of it was, though very twisted as well.
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As he was let back to his cell, the waft of a sweaty tussle by memory would have been there, had the fat boy Wyatt not been the one to shove Dick in with a smack to his backside.
"No more hustlin; for the pretty boy, right?" He held his belt to emphasis his status and growling, Dick scuttled to his bed, thinking it was another threat. Rubbing a sore spot, it really…stung. He held back a yawn.
"You ain't got it in you to play house with the boss, because you guessed right" Snickered the old marshal of the law. Dick sat with his eyes narrowed, his thoughts off to what this man –
"You…. let them in??"
"Night, boy!"
"Hey! Wait! You…. you can't!" Sick as a dog about what was going on now, Dick fell asleep at the foot of the bed, his eyes sticky with tears…
When he'd thought those whips would knock him on his back, boy…was he wrong.
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The worst part was, Wyatt rubbed his face as he held the syringe from his naughty money-making boss in hand…
That he really, really hated that kid and his heroes for messin' with so much "order" in the world. Like it was in the old days, you'd get the rack and maybe a few times hard labor – all of it made him struggle.
He was a former con man in his good ole days before going legit. He knew suffering, but these idiots…
Until that Slade fella got into his head. The toxin he told him, was to stop the kid from getting any sleep. Making him durable here was a crime, he had no place here to become a full-time member.
Wyatt was top dog, but if that boy walked in to demand respect like the spoiled pansy he was?
Wyatt texted off the rest of his new data to his new partner in getting rid of the "annoyances" in his jail.
If all went well, he'd been told, HE would become the new warden of Belle Reve. Get the old tools out and make these criminals build a canal (he's a southern stereotype, I apologize old gen.)
"That kid had better not wake up crying for his pappy. I can't do with being his nan' while the town idiots give me the worst treatment in ma' career…so, sweet dreams, boy…"
He just shut off the lights, made it to his truck and got out of the way. It wasn't his shift tonight, yet he knew he had the staff's ear, or his new boss would give them that sour candy barrel for their run of the place to make a lick of sense.
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So, what is going to happen to Dick by tonight?? Find out! And there will sadly be more actual M so be prepared. No gang rape. That was to speed up their assumption that Wyatt is in on it.