Teen Titans Presents; Renegade - Prison Break – Break Out!
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Chapter 11: Nuts and Bolts – Oh, Misery!
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Clashing rangs and gun shots blasting off, Harley wriggled to have a hand in tripping the Slade – this one had her miffed for two reasons.
He was too confident, and the other?
She could sense that he was still playing them. Hardly.
The Bat was smart, so she crawled and tried to find a lovely way to get the fake to fall flat onto its gun toting metal face. (Clue in here! Keeping reading!)
Even past the buzz of a drug, Harley had been a pet to the damned Clown Prince of Crime. She knew how to use it to her own pleasure, the sitting angst now a single eye twitch as she fought to regain control of her own body from this foreign invader from the tomes of mad science fiction.
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Dick shuddered at the fever hitting him as the face of Slade twisted what was real, what was just a manifestation while poor Psycho was being tossed back by the result of an ambush.
" Gah ! Zombies!!" He shot at his fellow inmates with a mind branding attempt, only to stomp his feet and snarl that the kid had ditched him!
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Dick crawled on through the vents, the scent dying down as his own body moved, fought to get to where he knew she'd be. Where the stupid fake was telling him to go with a whisper in the teen's ear.
He dropped down, the cry out by the next hall being a man's.
"No…" Dick heaved and wiped his face. No tears. Whatever Slade was willing to take, he had to fight. This was –
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"Ang! You made it –
Harley jumped back as the Slade she'd tripped went for the kill, her shout enough as Dick rushed – though, not before Batman had used a shocking disc to ….
There was a strange crackle as Psycho arrived, this Slade falling onto his chest without a last breath as Dick panted. No… his lungs turned blue as Psycho then started to wail.
"That's not the real one!! You idiots ! Get DOWN!!"
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Dick ran back behind a wall corridor and the rest were fine, mostly. Harley gawked while the adults looked over the tech put into creating…
A life size Deathstroke replica , as Dick again took off. The trick too much as he didn't stop. Not until her ran past Floyd, who was keeping George upright. The prison's few left over guards, who were carrying a contained Scarecrow away in cuffs…
Or the Shadow Slade with his arms crossed as Dick finally screamed and KEPT running.
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Waller smashed a hand onto the dash of the security room table. "WHAT DID I TELL YOU."
The suicide crew and Bat had gotten to Waller, yet Dick was in an unending panic attack until he'd been sedated, out of the Bat's hands until he'd hunted down the room keeping him from his ward.
"Slade didn't just put us all on lockdown." Bruce told her in private a few hours after the gas had been mostly cleared out of Waller's prison. "He was here for someone; Dick, and Harley is showing signs of nervous system tampering –
"I'll have her shipped off to be seen to, but YOU." She pointed to the Bat. "You're still on our radar. With Babcock stone – cold dead, the office had no one they could to replace your boy. Worst of all, he's not ready to come out of his cell –
"He needs treatment –
"He claims he saw Slade."
Bruce calmed at that woman's words. A darker calm as if he'd rip her throat our for, ever suggesting that Slade might have driven his son mad.
"Arkham won't help him, he needs his –
"His team is why he's trapped behind these walls." Waller reminded the Bat. "Even if we think he's out of danger, that monster will pull him back under. He's not himself anymore until we find the reason to book the real culprit for life."
"Your DA was also fixed up real swell, Mandy." Psycho knocked on the door with Floyd. "We need to open up some eyes, Mandy, cause your own men are the reason he's getting lee way into this shitty cell block…no offense."
"Who." Waller stood up. "Dr. If you think –
"I got a hunch when your Babcock was out of commission, same time as Wayne's disappearance." Dr. Psycho rubbed his chin and walked into the room. Floyd spoke, adding to the deductions of a mad short mastermind.
"Your kid was not only checked like Quinn, we found out he was not in control, literally bugged with inhaled spore sized nanos, and Harley too. It's not as bad to remove em' but the only sweeper –
"We'll get right on it. That is stolen tech I assume is from STAR labs." Bruce noted to the two antiheroes.
"What other kind could he hope to own if no stolen, B." Floyd shook his head as Psycho nodded his. "Just let me get into their heads, no bars this time." The doctor proposed to his bosses. "I might be able to loosen the noose before Death decides to tug your kid into a corner. That rat's worse than one, he knows how to twist your arm when he'd NOT present! And you call me psychic, that….is, terrifying." The man saw the Bat lower his eyes as well. "One session, and if your idea works, then I want you to save them both. Or protect them, until the day of the transfer to Blackgate is set in stone.
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Seeing Slade…. seeing the enemy, now facing his shadow with the blood of a dead man on his-
"Waller wants you in her office."
Escorted from his tiny new cell, Dick forced himself to take in a big gulp of air and walk.
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"You didn't run back away." Waller had the kid and Bat in the same room as Dick stayed in cuffs. The scare that she'd redesigned her mercy to some other loser was…
"Dr. Psycho has proposed that he cure you of the level of psychological tampering you've received because of Deathstroke. You also have yet to explain," Waller had a few security clips shown even in the dark.
"Good technology." The doctor puzzled before seeing Babcock laughing like a Joker and then sobbing?
And Dick, oh the sweat that poured as he knocked into the attorney as he would someone else he hated most of all, screaming aloud as the fizzle of the tape itself almost went dead.
~ SLADE!!~
As the attorney went down, the boy clinging to his sanity and shouting for this all to end, for the pain to lessen and for Slade….he was talking to him as he –
"Stop! I didn't-
Batman looked on, stone faced and sure it was not Dick, hoping it was the insanity of the drug wracking him as it had Harley.
"Put him back in his cell." Waller sniffed and shut the device showing everyone the foam at the mouth pouring from the attorney's blue lips.
"I've seen just about enough of this. You'll be under lock and with Psycho to analyze the damage…. but you'll be in treatment because this was a crime, Dick." She shook her head and frowned into her hand.
Dick flicker his sights to the Dr. and to Bruce, who just stood up to get moving, Waller guessing it was between family as Dick tried to keep his voice low. To not beg the man to leave or stay. That he was innocent. That Slade HAD been in that room, a fake one that had killed Babcock without extra witnesses…up till now.
"Though, now without your case to settle and that man dead, I have to work twice as hard to get you transferred." She swiveled round in her chair as Bruce muttered nothing else and walked away to the first exit his eyes could spot. That exact fact that Slade had wanted Dick to stay put, he'd never come to get him out of here if it wasn't a lethal environment.
Dick would go instead to him, begging for the man to take a murdering psychopath off of the Bat's hands.
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Bruce didn't get up and go, no. He decided to try another indirect approach now that his cover was blown anyway. He would have to do something a bit on the sly, thinking like a mastermind as he warmed up the bat mobiles screen to see Floyd there, his mask up as Capt B was also right beside the sharp shoot.
"If you can keep Waller from locking him up; her vendetta against Slade is at an all-time high, I don't trust her to keep him in once piece now that I'm back out of your circle."
~ Why not invite yourself back in, mate? ~ The aussie tried to suggest with a scratch to his beard.
~ You're the bloody Batman! What can she do if you want to lock yourself up with this band a' misfit objects, eh? Richie is a golden boy even if he beats a puppet to death –
"Wait, go back." Bruce stopped the man. "Puppet…. Dick is innocent, maybe. I'll collect the rest at the cave but in the meanwhile, I know Harley and I are on some terms."
~ You promised to save us, Bats. ~ Floyd nodded to the Dark Knight with a cheap grin. That grin, still bothered to put the bat somewhat at ease.
~ We'll hold your place in line for sloppy Joe night if you ever wanna swing on by. Owe ya one for making sure one of us was not damned dead. Alright, bloke? Enough of a confession? ~
"Very." Bruce nodded back in curt appreciation. "I have your connected lines should new results come up on Babcock's blood test."
~ You don't trust the system~ Floyd chuckled. ~ Good for you; pay us up in the week, sentence likely to three years in or five and we are smooth sailing. ~
"Likewise." The bat knew a deal with killers meant he'd be putting others in their scope all over again, but Dick…he couldn't stop thinking about what was about to go a whole bunch of wrong without him around to fix it.
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Back at the cave, all of the pieces had started to form overnight, while Bruce called up an impressive sort to replace Dick's lawyer.
"This case is won, Alfred." He told the butler from over his shoulder, Jason scratching his head as he just frowned at the sample B was studying under a powerful microscope.
"Nanos were not only inside of Dick's attorney at the time prior to his arrival, but there was something wrong…" He looked over to the fragments and the biopsy of the man's organs.
Primarily, his brain.
"Got it. Alfred, I'm going to send the news to Waller." The fracture was a jagged shape, yet the calling card was not on the implants in the dead man's head, but the chip used to get him to keel over and play dead from before.
"Death just gave itself reason to be pinned back into the depths of Hades with that big an ego."
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"I'm hoping he'll remove one, chip." Slade turned to his white-faced mole as Wyatt gulped down the feeling of prickling fire heating up his temples.
"You know what to do, soldier. Get the Batman thrown into a frenzy, just as we planned it. Have Waller call him a threat, not a father, anymore." With the sealing of needles and thread, Slade's new tool was ready to get a test run.
"Knock em' dead, Mr. Warden." The lights flickered off as Slade made his leave, his puppet shipped off to keep the rest of Belle Reve on their toes, while he got creative in keeping his enemies guessing.
"Just you and me now, Waller. What you've got, I'd like back. Hand delivered to my doorstep."
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That either means two things; one, Slade is going to go arsonist crazy and get someone in trouble. Or two, he's going to frame someone for attempting to usurp all law and order. And did Dick look like he'd killed the attorney while thinking it was Slade?? We saw him chatting, but did he? DUST ONCE AGAIN. HAUNTED SHOWED THAT IT IS POSSIBLE. Find out how far this serial Slade will go to keep his apprentice loyal out of fear and respect. Find out!
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