It's very short, It's not like my 2000+ words chapters, but I wanted to let you guys know I'm alive and I haven't been able to write much because I threw out my back...and yea. Today has been the best I've felt in a few days so hence some fanfiction!

Again I am sorry, my back has been feeling better, so hopefully this all blows over soon and I can start writing a bit more again.

Also thank you all so much for the recent faves and follows and of course the reviews. You guys are all awesome and you all deserve more then this tiny chapter.

Anyways I do hope you enjoy

EDIT: 01/23/2022 Fixed up some errors and made it flow better, also transfering this from FFnet to Ao3.

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What was he getting himself into? He kept asking that to himself over and over, but he never received an answer.

"Do you still want to use the jeep as bait?" Slade had parked the vehicle just outside the fires. Although he was sure the flames would soon engulf this area as well within no time.

Robin only nodded. It was all they had. And he would put it to use. The only problem was that he didn't know exactly how he was going to achieve such a feat.

Slade noted the look of concern on his apprentices face. " Once we get closer to our targeted area, you get to Sariel, I'll take care of the jeep, then join you. Sound fair?" Once again the mastermind received a sharp nod from the boy wonder. Slade looked to the back of the jeep. Surely the soldiers they stole the jeep from had kept some sort of weaponry in the vehicle.

With a sigh, Slade looked from the jeep to the eager teenager in front of him that so badly wanted to start his journey into the flames before him. He noticed the look in his eyes, and they looked upon the flames with a disregard for the danger they represented. There was also concern for his friend yes, but he could see something else developing. Robin enjoyed a good fight, and he was definitely in for a good one. But the boy had no weapon at his side, other then the knife he kept. The boy running off weaponless was concerning, even though Robins skills in the martial arts were probably beyond anything that these men could dish out. He would however, feel safer himself if the boy had something on him. "Before you go, I have gift for you."

Robin frowned, he didn't want the man to hand him a gun again. He couldn't do that. With a smirk, Slade took something shiny out of his pocket and tossed it at the boy wonder. It wasn't a gun that's for sure.

Quickly catching the item, Robin recognized the cold and smooth surface once he held it in his hands. "My bo-staff? How...?"

The mastermind gave the boy a shrug. "I've had it on me since Jillian's. Thought you could use it now."

"uhh.. thanks... I suppose." Robin really didn't know what to say to the man. But he guessed a thank you was good enough.

"Get going, we don't have much time."

And so with a nod the teen disappeared into what seemed like hell itself.

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At first there was no one, no guards, no people. The environment was the most dangerous enemy for the time being. But as he moved more into the flames he began to hear voices. Robin retracted his bo-staff as he ran. He was getting closer, the smoke was getting thicker and then he started to hear gun fire. He saw the shadows of people dance on the walls and decided it was time to make an entrance. Leaping over a upturned car he found himself behind two armed men. Thankfully he had landed quietly enough, and the roar from the flames did cover him well enough whether he ghosted his footfalls or not.

Quickly he dismantled one man by thrusting his staff at the mans knees bringing him full on to the ground and then hitting the man in the head, rendering him unconscious. The next he swiftly took down with a hit to the head and then a jab to the gut. Both were soon out like a light. The two men would wake up soon enough, but right now he didn't need them causing any trouble.

Looking down at his fallen victims and then to his bow staff Robin was reminded of his adrenaline rushes he had when facing off against a variety of villains in Gotham and in Jump. His heart pounded wildly, his blood coursing through his veins begged for more. And tonight he would listen. There was many more to take down.

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The building she was in was burning to ash, and she would use it to her advantage. Regardless of how many damn bruises and scars she could obtain, she always found that the world would always give her what she needed to turn out the victor. Maybe it loved her, or maybe it loathed her and she just got lucky all the time. She was never to sure on that.

Regardless Madaline Borisova was not a woman she could fight as a equal. She was no where near the woman's caliber. So she was gonna have to fight dirty.

Sariel took to the comers and crevices. As dangerous as that was it also gave her an advantage. Placing her hands over her mouth to quiet her coughs she knew the smoke was filling her lungs, and she longed for fresh air. She was going to have to end this quickly before the smoke killed her.

"Enough of this!"

Madaline was enraged. Which gave Sariel another advantage. Coming out from behind the woman, Sariel struck her face, the Russian stumbled back a bit. Dazed, Sariel let out a scream as she thrust the older woman into a collapsing wall. The structure gave way and the two fell through not only the wall, but the floor in the next room as well, into what seemed like a cellar.

It took a few moments of darkness and mentally telling herself to wake up before Sariel fluttered her eyes open. Her hand went to her head to hopefully cease the oncoming headache but she was soon assaulted. Madaline towered over her. Her hands wrapped around Sariel's throat.

"If you will not come then you will give us what we need or I will kill you here and now."

"I don't know what you're talking about." her teeth gritted and her eyes narrowed at the woman.

"Oh yes you do moya kroshka." she released her hold on the younger woman, Sariel gasped for air only to have it taken from her again with a sharp kick to her stomach.

"You stole information from us, you also took part of the legacy. Where is it Sariel?"

Sitting up, the woman smiled at her opponent. "I don't know. I don't have it."

"You lie you dog!" another kick to the stomach. "WHERE IS IT!?"

Another kick and then another. Until Sariel grabbed her boot just as it was about to hit her once again. It took all her strength to hold Madaline back and even more so to look the woman in the eye. "I don't have it. And you'll never find it." Sariel broke out into a bit of a laugh then. Feeling as she had gone insane, the woman could torture her all she wanted, she would get nothing from her. She was trained better than that.

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Robin found himself quietly taking down various armed men without even so much as a whisper. He was doing so good until someone saw him.

"You there, hands up! NOW!"

Robin sighed. and turned around but refused to put his hands up. "I don't take orders from you." The boy smirked before he took off towards the man. The soldier fired his gun, but Robin ducked just in time and slid right underneath the man. Twirling his bow staff and then adjusting it into his hands Robin jabbed the man in the back, nearly sending him to the dirt road beneath him. But the soldier held his ground and began to turn around. Knowing that the man would simply fire his weapon at him again, the teen struck the man across the chest and once in his side, and then with some pent up anger, he struck the man in the head earning yelp of pain from the man.

The soldier fell limp.

Robin stopped himself. What had he done?

Quickly picking up the man's wrist he felt for a pulse, and thankfully he found one... he didn't kill the man. But how long would he be alive for? This man would be knocked out much longer then the rest. To long in fact. And he couldn't take the man with him... Robin frowned, the only choice was to leave him behind. Perhaps some of his comrades would find him? He shook his head. He hadn't meant to kill, that blow to the man's head was meant to knock him out... and it did, but the force he put behind it. It was nearly a killing blow. Just a little more and then the man would of been dead.

Shaking himself, he walked away from the soldier, he reminded himself what he was here for. He took a deep breath, and took one last look at the soldier. Muttering a "I'm sorry." before taking off.

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Again I'm sorry it's short, but I will have better and longer chapters coming up!

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Have a good one all!

-Fangs