Teen Titans Presents- Renegade; Prison Break- Break Out –
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Chapter Thirteen: Chain Saw; Mass - Hysteria
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This one is more a horror themed survival trope so working with it, and there will be satire.
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Dick had seen "Wicked Scary" from his tower, and even the first one was a thriller.
Yet in real life, the thrill should have stayed a fantasy, an idea.
There were not slash films that came from real life, not as naturally as they did for poor Dick or in this case "Rick Wilson."
Dick bit his lip and waited, they'd be coming in a few hours to get him from his cell. He'd be home free after that.
Then, they'd get him to Gotham so that he could fake his getaway, Bruce would convict –
Dick shook his head, wait…no!
No, no! The Titans! SLADE still had the probes!
The face he saw a few moments after a nap and after the false Slade had taken to a corner of the room to recharge a bit; battle him inside his own head, Wyatt showed with his one other guard, the one from the cafeteria who looked…
Spooked.
"Ready to get a move on, boy? Your sentence ain't up." The man went over to the latch and put in the key; this was it.
He'd be baited by no one again. Slade couldn't be here now, only in his mind maybe. "Can I say goodbye, to my cell block mates?" Dick asked as the key card entry was lifted. Wyatt grunted. "They got business. Waller needed em for a job so you're on your own, kid." He pointed to the door as Dick was then led out of his cell block and to the…
Wait, that wasn't right.
The guard at the front, he was –
"TAG!"
Dick gasped as flying over from the side, a baseball bat, that went whipping after the guard covering his eye at the door.
Eye…
Dick didn't flinch as he kneed the guard, Wyatt pulling out his walkie talkie.
"Boy wonder-
"EP!"
Harley put up her hands as the fat warden's associate pulled out a gun. "I'm cuttin' him lose…or so help me ... your sassy ass is goin' in that chair. Ya heard??? I don't wan 'none a you ungrateful rats creepin' round and running MY JAIL!"
"Where were you really taking me, Wyatt?" Dick snarled out, too upset to care as the fake in his head was messing with his logical planning in said department upstairs. He was angry, and annoyed at Waller for using him to use out her own, like he was some…some...
Suicide. His eyes narrowed as he lashed out and dodged the weak shot for the door, the guard there getting up and knocking him through it with a kick in the back.
"HEY!" Harley shouted, the guard bringing off his mask to reveal stupid George as he looked to have a thought on his mind to speak. "Tie up this weirdo and I'll handle the boy. He's coming in –
"WAH… HAY???" Harley stomped her foot, Wyatt missing again as she scooped up her bat and grinned devilishly at her latest victim. "I'm gonna put you in the chair, mister…with a ball gag on your effin' prick face!! C'MERE!"
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While Harley was too happy to go back to her jokester roots, Bruce and Amanda had planned for Slade to do his worst, but when and how was key here as Bruce felt the coldest bead of sweat collect behind his cowl. While outside, the boiling heat and the many guards or security measures they'd predicted, would fail to hold back the fires. Harley was busy wrapping up their spy, and Deadshot with Boomerang had Dick's back before anymore intruders from inside the jail could think to pick up a signal.
If they were bribed or controlled in the same way as Babcock, then the rest would be to get Dick to meet up outside and wean out Deathstroke with the Bat's knowledgeable resources so far. Waller had been on to the merc for what seemed a god-awful decade; he'd made a mess, then left her to explain how ten bizzaro creatures had gone on a rampage through the jail under the warden's watch.
He was not getting out of the line of her fire a third or fourth time as Bruce still had no clue, that if Slade wanted his side project back, he'd have to pay up.
Every last year he could work off, and the Bat and boy wonder too would also end up under her thumb if they interfered.
This was her mission now, Dick had just been her reason to start from the beginning, to lure Slade over with his favorite option.
Blackmail, or so, she'd heard.
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Dick didn't stop running until his cuffs blinked simultaneously and fell off with a clatter. By the door from behind, Boomerang had been tailing the boy wonder who scrunched his face disappointedly at the thief.
"Why the long face, mate? You're almost home –
Zipping by, a bullet whined past the man's beard. His eyes remained stuck in place as down from the rafters, a body flipped to land; cocking a shiny pistol right at the ex – assassin who was stunned by the fact that his ears could hear bells.
Ringing out, as Slade cocked his head, Dick putting up his fists.
~ I don't think you can take him. Try as you might, he's not without his own limitations. ~
Dick felt his arms shaking as he pure and simple, bolted. The fake had a poin. Slade was furious, he could win without as much back up. That pause however, in his mad dash to freedom, being just enough time for Slade to be distracted as Capt Boomerang swung out his patented weapon to nearly knock the gun from Slade's grip. Slade speedily let it drop back to its holster before coming forth with his staff, the two in a combat of sharp and hardest to poke.
"The lad disappeared, yet again, so sorry. You lose..."
"Not quite." Slade broke the moment up with a twirl of the stick to slap against the man's shoulder, his first act to get the idiot squad member on his knees and out of the way. With a few parried hits, Slade showed no kindness in his blows as Boomerang went sailing, right into the pillars below the next floor up.
Dick was on this floor-
"Hey, DS... CATCH."
Slade had little time to evade; the Boomerang latched itself with a toss above the door where Dick had gone through, and exploded in a violent rain of heavy debris. Locked into the room with this clown, Slade's eye widened at the lack of passage, the sheer infantile move of his added next kill not only trying to get killed.
"Unwise choice." Slade looked back over, his staff in two as he tossed one portion of it at his enemy in a whizzing tackle to the skull. (I'm using similar scenario move to how Nightwing was killed by DAMIAN BUT GEORGE WILL JUST BE KOED, OK?)
The bonk was a toss of an escrima style rod, the polymer as well unkind as George didn't evade it in time, the hit flawless as he went down. Slade retrieved a part of his staff and stalked over to the door.
One single other, memory working in time with how this place had been upon his unlucky stay in the maximum-security block.
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Opening his eye to take in the stale air, he had a plan and didn't want to wait to coax the thief awake, never for another round of his brutal punishment.
His plan was to push, and push until the door at the end did show itself to his pupil…while Waller and Batman had a run in with some fear gas to pass the time.
The rest was finishing up, as long as no more distractions walked from down that wall to face him.
Tic tok, as Jason groaned from the side, h8s Air running out without the ac to keep him from this Louisiana spell.
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Deadshot had gotten an ugly thought, a more likely to their case premonition that things were going to end badly. Slade had a plan under that mask and Floyd could have all his time to pick up the pieces only after the kid was in the Bat's vehicle. Slade could not open up the bat mobile if he tried. It was right now cloaked as a maximum-security van to keep their trail from staying burning hot. Once the kid was no longer in Belle Reve, Amanda could work her charm over her bosses. Have them come in and seat themselves, see how much good their budget did for any to face the super soldiers like she had countless times.
Well, the first would be to outrun the real maniac.
"He might have reinforcements."
Batman's words made Amanda chuckle, and to that…
Bruce squinted, was she…
His alarms went off.
"UNDER." He dragged her down to cave under the desk, the shock too harsh a fist in the face. A door creaked back as the scowling and grinning Scarecrow graced the two with his presence.
"AH! So, this is where you two love birds have been hiding…. Hum, you do know my employer wants you to participate. But, no matter!" The fear toxin spilled out, yet this kind was weaker, testing the Bat as he knocked out Waller in the throat and with an anti-toxin and then himself, he got the mask out, this close to cracking a grin due to the amount of toxin already piercing his lungs. At least…
"Going so soon? Stay, and take a load off!" The kick disoriented the Bat as was shoved into Waller's desk, the face the epitome of fear as his eyes shut before reaching for his flash bang to put the whip to the doctor's good times.
"GAH! I'M BLIND!!"
Finally, getting to his dead beaten feet, the man rushed out with Waller in tow. This was not possible! SCARECROW. THE DOCTOR??
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Set and match.
The real Slade wouldn't put himself into this spot the boy was looking to expect. A robot worked fine for now, same strength. He would wait by the disguised vehicle and thanks to Wyatt's information of Waller's ambush, he had stayed one step ahead all that time. Dead guards were splayed with broken limbs as he swung his weapon to clean it off for fresher meat. This kill wasa tedious example, yet PATIENCE was required.
With Jason in the front seat; his mouth gagged, hands tied to his ankles and knocked out , Slade DID know how to override the Bat's central systems of the Bat mobile's controls. In fact, who in their sane mind didn't?
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A loud, blaring alarm went off in the cave as Alfred was forced to drag Barbara Gordon over to see the damage.
"A bug, and a nasty one at that. Is Bruce still on the mission?"
"He is." The butler slammed and hand up to his face. "And so is Master Jason. We'll need to connect to the communicat-
"That could sabotage them, we'd be risking the objective." Babs stopped typing long enough to see the serious glance of the Bat's dear older friend and family. "If his systems and our own are compromised by that same malignant character as I propose we try to avoid being dragged in to find, then I'd rather see master Bruce again instead of worry if he's been hijacked whilst under our noses. Barbara, I beg you consider the options we DO have left."
She turned to the keys and cracked her fingers. As another page was opened on the second side of the screen, Alfred sighed in relief. "Very well, I'll send word that "the tiger is out of the forest and moving in on the flock."
"Huh??"
"Code." Alfred ignored Babs's suspicion to answer curtly as she had to keep learning on how to gain back control of that car's navigation system.
"Jase! JASON! COME IN!"
A crackle and a dark chuckle.
He was compromised as Slade just crushed the device underfoot. The link going blank, with two blank faces praying they'd be able to stop this madness at once.
"I should be there." Babs bit back a gasp.
"There would be no one qualified enough to monitor the mission, Miss Gor –
She turned and rubbed her eyes, stupidly making the effort to let them fall when she was about to lose another friend to some troublesome robotic nanites. "I…know about the Titans and why he did this…" She gritted her fists as she sat in the computer seat with a hunched back to it now. Alfred listened and did not speak; Barbie was holding onto a bit of regret for letting her old friend go.
Dick being like a little brother to her, not so much as Jason. He was…. still learning.
"If Deathstroke gets what he wants, I won't just have to suffer knowing we had no idea…that I… this is…not going to beat me!" She lifted her head, body to the damned bug that Slade had set up to mess with Bat's mobile as her fingers never ceased to amaze. "UNLESS THE JOKER GETS OUT EARLY FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR, I'M NOT MOVING."
Clicking a new key, she shouted into the 3ar piece in Bruce's suit.
~ Batman!! You need to get to the vehicle!! He went and flipped it; Slade now has control of your car!! I repeat!! Working on an anti-viral measure…. won't be as quick but I have to try. ~
A cough on the line and then a voice.
She sighed. "B! AGH, fin –
~ Scare…crow…cough! Waller infected…so….am I…. low dose…. delay…. get….~
Barbie felt her body wince at the line fizzling out, the scare in her bones about what was going to be lost if she didn't add herself to the list of visitors of that facility.
"You won't ever make it in time!" Alfred huffed impatiently, more so worried for Babs's safety. "There must be another way –
The beeps of a single fire wall in red and Babs's almost devious grin had the butler stand back.
"There is." She smirked. I told you that I'm not going anywhere…. until we have a chance to put Slade Wilson out of commission…go ahead, Deathstroke…" She brought her face closer to the screen, enough to get lost in allow that loose code.
"D azzle me!"
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Waller was starting to feel herself as Bruce dragged her to the only door his arms could find and reach for, a window. She braced herself as the thing was sliced, diamond hard with the Bat's strength. He looked out to see a courtyard, an intake…. of breath.
"DON'T EVEN THINK-
She yelled as he took her with him, the grapple already in a secure spot as the prince carried an adult woman in her forties to the ground with a release of the already strained mechanism. He switched the fall; she fell onto him as that punched the air out of his lungs. Yet despite her size, most of it was aggression and muscle from her days with the black ops (throwing it in there.)
He grunted as she removed herself and wobbled, lending out a hand to the bat. She was right now in definite need of his assistance. "Where is the –
A rumble of machines made sense as the ground shifted to show the hidden and cloaked Slade bots, dozens. With Slade there…?...
"You sent a duplicate??"
"Only I'm the original." Smugly replied the merc. "Amanda, you look… well. Been living the easy life since we last spoke?"
"Enough games, Wilson." Batman snarled over their squabble. "Where is Robin?"
"Which one? The noisy one or the paranoid one." Slade tilted his head to ask. "Take your pick. Both aren't in my grasp, currently." Some creeping thought had Batman hold back, yet Waller didn't like that look... It was smug, condescending and always right about everything. Even while he had them pushed into a danger they had only partly foreseen as an opportunity. "Give me back the right boy, and we can even make it a fair enough trade. First for second best. Only, you should know…I don't care for leaving half of my work, unfinished."
He was talking about the warden as Batman blocked Amanda's face from Deathstroke's view. "If you try to harm anyone, you'll have to go through me, Deathstroke."
Back to using threats, lovely.
"Promising…but not if the car you took to find me, is leaking oil…" Slade motioned to the discs covering the car, explosives. "Tic, tok…"
"It's not in your code to kill children." Waller snarled back, ashamed of this entire fiasco. She'd need a yearlong vacation to forget all about his face and the lost life of a Christmas colored uniformed pre teenager.
"Try me then; trade you? Or would you rather duke it out and lose yet another loved one…" Slade brought up his swords as a plus. "No need to make this personal, but…. You also had this coming, Wayne…"
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Originally, it was supposed to be a desert and now? I'm going to borrow the fun one shot to recruit it for this from rebel Yell. That will bring ups to two or three more chapters until the end. No epilogue in this. Would be best left at a fin so next chapter, Dick gets saved by his suicide squad patrons. See you then!