Teen Titans Presents; Renegade – Prison Break – Break Out!
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Chapter Nine: Break In; Locked Down
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Dick slept better than the previous nights; guessing it had to be a fluke, or that Harley really was one hell of a therapist. The thoughts in his head were calm and fluid, until the day to see the attourney was back to swallow him up into his guilt and false dreamscapes.
Only then, did he wake up sweating, yet never screaming.
Never for that psychopath's sick pleasure.
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Shuffled into the room as before, the trial's date had to settle on one day, any day as Dick screwed his eyes a bit and shuffled in cuffs to where his enemy's puppet was busy filing through the contents of his armored briefcase.
"Good morning, Ric."
"Morning." Dick was tired, it showed as the attorney hummed his realization of this and pulled out a new folder he'd compiled since the last attack on the station.
"I though…. you were kidnapped."
"Could have been the drug causing you to think that."
"Could have…" Dick sat back in his seat as the folder showed images of the attempted hit and run at the border.
"These were taken by satellite…sad to say, you are here." He pointed to the kid swinging down to grab a jeep and high tail it as the plateau behind him sizzled and scorched.
"And your supposed "partner" left a lot of damage. You escaped, but we knew how to take you back, to pull you from those destructive thoughts…"
"Where is this going..." He had an icy worry in his veins as the attorney sat back, hands interwoven and speaking quite plainly.
"We think you had already suffered a mental psychosis; an episode that led to these destructive tendencies, so the one option is to swap you to one such juvenile hall in a different state –
"What??"
Standing, the others had to have heard him, he was saying…
Dick was already crazy???
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Harley stomped around, her mothering sisterly instincts on fire as Deadshot shook his head.
"He's not crazy! No way, I wanna piece of that –
"Harles." Floyd brought up a hand. "This is a good thing, he's gonna get us the bait to take out –
"No!" Harley shook her head, pointing through the glass in fervent protest. "You idiots don't get it; Slade can puppeteer that snooty attorney and he's not on our side, no matter how much we think Waller gets it. She wants Deathstroke, and if that means getting Bruce Wayne pissed off…then Mandy is just as –
"As what?"
The woman in the flesh had arrived to see to what she was hearing down the hall. Bruce had gone to do some digging as the Bat, and so far, he'd found a connection to Bane with the drug in the la that had infected a few people already.
"Waller…" Harley pointed to the African American lady boss with a frown. "You got some splanin' to do and you know what we're upset about, toots!"
"I can assure you and your teammates, Miss Quinn." Waller ignored the nick name. "We've got him right where we want him, and I'm going to need you to secure the trade off to the next car out of Belle Reve."
Harley's eyes opened to the idea of Slade sneaking in as a guard and getting his kid hostage back. They'd never live it down….
Waller was dead set on getting Slade to bow to her like before. To her, he was a rogue meta that had escaped her control. Her hands to her sides, the warden of the most together station nodded to Harley and her ally Floyd.
"Tell us what comes next, boss lady."
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Slade could very well have gotten in, he could but he needed the walls to go down first.
"Initiate, lock up."
Through a mic, the doors slammed and clicked, everyone on the inside slammed the walls and found a shocking treatment to await them.
"Time, already?" Psycho groaned and put down his royal flush. "Good game, guys. Time to ring some alarm bells…. where is that new kid?" He scratched his beard and when all was less insane, he went to hunt down the night crawling rodent, who was only as far as his grappler could take him while the walls had everyone boxed inside this crate of fear.
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Boomer checked the riots and saw that even the guards were in a panic. He rushed to find a gas mask on the Rat catcher, swiping it in time as the vents started to pour down odorless fumes.
~ Anyone not already infected with my fear toxin is welcome to drink up…. oh, and as for your walls…. they'll stay up until a trade is made in full…. thank you, Amanda!! ~
"Scratch that, I'm on the clock." George rolled his eyes and ran as he could to find his mates.
Guessing this was all that damn doctor's fault.
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Batman heard the signal and pulled out a gas mask apparatus from his pack. He'd gone back to grab a few and had them sent in by making a deal with the Ratcatcher. So far, Dick had to be in dan –
"The whole place is now a gas ca –
"Stop." Batman halted the guard from using the worst of analogies. Let alone, an example of someone country or culture's suffering (I'm Jewish on my mom's side. But yeah, not way to play and Wayne is Half Jewish on his mom's side! Look it up! Kane, duh.)
"Where is the control room."
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Scarecrow had an extra mask in his bag, to hell with this! He would not go back to Arkham with a sob story to tell. Slade could –
~Have you secured the objective. ~
"Likely, you'd be close enough without my help…"
~ What was that? ~
Slade made the doctor sweat through the collar. Damned killers had it out for the little guy…
"I'm on it! Sheesh! See you and your "prodigy" in the next 0800 hours, sir! Yes, sir!"
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He was here, and yet there was time to try a different approach.
Down in the lab, there was a small gap; an allotted time frame where one could get a single shot in before the rest of security cut him out of the picture.
Standing with his blasters and bombs in their right pockets, the lair here was…subpar by construction.
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"You'll have to do better than that to get into MY jail, Wilson." Amanda had the mask and looked at the image of Slade setting his watch; she had the officers coming to long enough to round up any infected prisoners… It was just fear - toxin. The only dose she knew how to treat correctly, yet…where was her Task Force?
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Harley had pushed back the manics and then the Bat called them up to the next floor, masks in hand until Floyd gruffly had explained, "Swiped a couple from the guards in our block."
Frowning, Bruce put the three face pieces away, knowing that this place was a wild west of chaos until Scarecrow was caught with his gun toting employer.
"Where is Dick?"
"He's with Psycho who's trying to open that damned door!" Harley stamped her foot and cussed to herself. "He's gonna win, Batman! The kid ain't a loon! I know! I helped him, it's that rat faced attorney working for –
"It won't matter; Slade is trapping you all here and I'm in for it all as well, we have to go to him. Where –
"Follow." Harley huffed and called for the hero over her shoulder.
"I know where to bash some skulls…"
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Keeping it shorter to make sure we don't end yet – hold onto your horses. If you recall ReBeL Yell one shot this was founded on, then you'll know what comes next. Find out!