OK...I don't have my computer back... so I wrote this up on the hubbies laptop, and I'm just gonna post it. (Sorry Asilla, next one, since I should have the compy back by then...hopefully) So that way it's done. The hubby likes to hog his own laptop (He plays his games on it, that dork)

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So ON WITH THE STORY RIIIGHT!?

EDIT: 06/15/2023 Fixed up some typos and things

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"What the hell!?"

Robins eyes darted from one end to the other of the massive church. "What was that rumble?" he thought. "What was she up to?" The questions came pouring into his mind as he graced his eyes upon the woman in white. The smile on her face was evident enough that she was behind the sudden shift in the environment.

"In the beginning you see, there wasn't any Justice League or Super Hero teams, There wasn't any Superman's or Batman's. Tt was just soldiers with a gun strapped to his back and a knife in his hand hoping that he made it back home to see his family once again. These people make the true differences in this world, the supers are mere pawns." She smiled in Robins direction. "Honestly? Batman? Ras Al ghul? Lex Luther? Tights and capes? All useful tools. You see, can have your underground wars with the Joker all you like, and you keep putting him back in jail, instead of simply killing him. Because why? Some pitiful sense of justice that all life is valuable? Even a madman's? Society looks to you all for guidance and you can't even keep them safe. Or maybe it's because you know, deep down, that even when he is dead and gone, it never truly ends. The cycle continues, a never ending drama. And as you know, society loves a good drama."

Robin frowned at her words. She made it seem like everything he had done up until now was useless. Perhaps it was, or maybe it wasn't. Regardless he did hang up his cape for a much more sinister suit. And right now if he was sure of anything, it was one singular fact. Now he had a purpose. He wasn't the hero anymore. He didn't follow the rules anymore. Therefore, there was one thing he could finally admit to."You're right about that, killing the mad man wouldn't of stopped the never ending cycle. But in truth, Batman should of killed the Joker long ago. That "monster" doesn't deserve much."

"And Batman should of let you kill Tony Zucco, but he didn't, did he?" Robin wasn't shocked by any of her words. He was once one of her own as she would put it. But in his own thoughts, he couldn't help but agree with her. Bruce never did let him have his revenge. And still to this day, he wasn't sure what he would do if he ever came across Zucco himself.

"The Justice League are responsible for the Deaths of many, and they boast about how many and whom they save. But how much do they destroy in the process? The desert is proof enough of how little they care."

Robin felt a tug in his chest. His anger flared up but he kept it under control. Why didn't Bruce and the others see what was happening around them? Why didn't they see who was truly pulling the strings? Batman was supposed to be the greatest detective alive and yet he couldn't figure out that he was a pawn right from the moment he put on that cowl. Sariel was correct in what she said all those months ago. The Superheros were never truly welcomed in that desert, and they never will be. They were false heroes and Aurora's words spoke to him of how little they truly cared for others around them, it hit a little too hard, as he thought back on the evidence he had seen for himself, out there, in that fire, all those nights ago. The night that all Hell was let loose, the very night that changed everything for him.

"The world may be corrupt. But Evil, you see, is irreverent." She spoke so casually on that alter as if she had done this a few times in the past. Perhaps she had? How many has she killed while giving her speeches? Robin glared at her through masked eyes. "Because what humans label as evil changes with the tides of time. Nearly eighty years ago this entire city was once enemy territory. Now you stand here as free people in a foreign land that welcomes you into it's borders. Nazi's are still considered "evil" to this day, but the idea behind the Nazi has changed. Their locations are now numerous. A Nazi could very well be your neighbor, and you wouldn't know. While Germany retains it's past, as it will never forget it. It is one country I'm sure, that will not repeat its mistakes any time soon. Instead it will sit and watch others do themselves in."

"What are you getting at?" Sariel spat at the woman. Gus stood behind her with his arms crossed. The woman returned her smile to the younger.

"My question to you now, is what are you going to do with this information?"

Sariel frowned. "The hell you mean!?"

"The Legacy, my dear, what is it?"

Sariel frowned, "Information, not for the public. Hidden within each file... it bits of a code. Knowledge about things that shouldn't exist, documenting the creation of immortal life. Which is ridiculous really..."

"Who else to better control the world then someone that has the time to spend on the ever most mundane things? Plotting a countries downfall or rise can take a few years. Even if you control or kill my pawns, it will do you no good. You stand here now thinking you can change something? I must say you do amuse me."

There was another sudden bang as there was before, the trio felt it as well. Again Robin questioned what she was up to. Certainly she wasn't going to bring this whole building down upon them, would she?

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"We got a problem."

"Which is?"

"Some sort of large explosions going on, I'm picking up rather large vibrations coming from underground, even more interesting is that it's beneath our church. Also the Drone picked up some sort of activity. But whoever just busted through that door into the mausoleum just disappeared. Think it's the Bat?"

Slade smirked under his mask. "Stay here, I'm going to go check up on Robin and company."

Asif nodded, and before he could even bat an eye, Deathstroke had vanished. He sighed. Things just got more interesting as the night went by.

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Another explosion of some sort. It didn't seem to be coming from outside. Underground perhaps? Berlin was filled with underground tunnels that passed through the entire city, some more ancient than others. The more modern ones were created by the German military during WWII. Was such a tunnel perhaps underneath this church? If that was true, what exactly were they planning to achieve from this? To have caused such an explosion, and have the entire church demolished as it fell into whatever crater that would come from it.

Batman frowned, but soon found himself with a smirk evident on his face as he, at last, found a way upstairs.

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"It is unfortunate these men lost their lives, such a noble sacrifice. All so that I may have enough to wield."

Gus backed up a bit. He got a really bad feeling suddenly and if there was anything in life he trusted, it was his gut. "Guys... this don't feel right."

The bodies seemed lifeless, but they moved slightly, and for a moment Robin expected them to get back up on their feet. But there was something different about... all of this. The bodies didn't climb to their feet, they remained lifeless as ever. It was when the blood seemingly lifted itself up off the floor, to become an extension of Aurora's self, when his thoughts all seemed to shatter into pieces.

"What the..." What was going on? How was she even able to do this? Her own men, dead, and now it was like she summoned their blood to her, to use as some sort of weapon. What was this woman?

"It seems that if you won't be of any use to me boy, then I'll simply have to deal with you now. Shame really."

The blood seemed to change at her command, and within seconds crimson blades flied in his direction. They were to fast, his body kicked in to survival mode, he went to duck, to try and dive out of the way. But they were to quick, to sudden. This woman had completely caught them off guard. Everything was happening all to fast. Whatever she was, her skills and her abilities were something on an entirely different level. He flinched trying to move, but move he did not, until he was pushed. The blood like daggers never pierced him. It seemed they had stuck another.

Robin whirled around, seeing what he had hoped not to.

"SARIEL!"

She gasped for air, and a hand grasped one of the blood forged blades that pierced her chest. She clung to it tightly, trying to remove it. Her eyes never left the woman however, there was still a bit of defiance left in her.

"Well at least that's one down..." She didn't look to pleased however, and she retracted her weapons. Sariel was released from the from the crimson blade and she fell to the floor, automatically coughing up blood and her body still gasped for air. Gus had already taken her into his arms when Robin had reached his friends.

"Sariel... Sar, can you hear me?" Robin knelt down beside her. He tried to remain calm but his thoughts were a mess. It happened so sudden, to fast. Sariel was... dying. Humans were so fragile. Defiant one moment, laying in their own blood the next.

Her eyes were dim, they had lost that spark she had mere moments ago. Robin analyzed her condition. The gash in her chest was large and she was loosing far to much blood, way to fast. "We gotta get her outta here." Gus looked to Robin, his tone pleading. "We... we can't her die. Not here..."

Robin checked her pulse, there wasn't much of one. His breaths became deeper, there wasn't enough time. Why wasn't there ever enough time. He couldn't loose Sariel. She was his friend. They had come so far...and she... she pushed him out of the way. Robin narrowed his eyes. Those blades were for him. Not for her. He was going to lose her. He was going to lose her, and... He couldn't...

"You gotta... " she coughed and blood speckled her lips. "Gotta leave... ok? Just... leave..."

"I'm not leaving you here. Why you do that anyways? What the fuck Sariel?" Robins words were emotional, although he tried to remain in control.

"Been taking... care... of my own... team... for so... long. Gotta take... care.. of my... fri-"

"Sar?" Robin took her hand in his.

Her eyes looked at his face, the panic evident but she mustered a smile. "She... is... is the..."

"Sariel!?" Nothing. The small grip she had on his hand loosened.

"No..." Gus looked up to Robin, he noticed the former hero's scowl. It seemed he had made up his mind on something. "Get out of here Gus."

"I'm not leaving her behind, nor you!"

"She's gone." He sighed deeply. "I'll take care of Ms. Warchild."

Robin stood up from the body of his friend. He turned his head to look at the woman before him. Clothed in white, bends blood to her will. What the hell was she? Some sort of freakish vampire? No way. Just no. There was something else about this woman. She said something about the Legacy, how it made her what she was. Then she also admitted she had been around since the early 40's. Vampire was a easy answer. To easy to be possible.

He drew his gun, took the safety off and fired a few shots at the woman before him. If anything he was going to stain her god damn pristine clothing. He would make her bleed tonight. But his efforts were fruitless, and Robin grew quick to anger.

"Did you really think it would be that easy?"

Another squad of the black suited men had arrived on the scene. He sighed. He didn't have time for this. Robin narrowed his masked eyes in remembering the items he had equipped in his belt.

With a flick of his hand, Robin had tossed out a couple smoke bombs. He couldn't see them, but he could most definitely hear them.

Silently he crept up upon them. He broke the neck of one, stabbed another with his combat knife, the others he had shot. A few in the head, others in the gut. Robin took aim and pulled the trigger, he shot to kill, there wasn't any turning back now. No one in the Justice League would want him after this manslaughter. But he didn't care. That bitch had killed his friend, and he was going to make sure to get pay back.

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Another rumble, Slade looked around him. "Curious..." What the hell was going on? Asif had told him they had lost contact with the trio a few minutes ago. He was working on regaining contact, but it may take awhile. This sudden change had Slade worried. And he could tell Asif was concerned as well.

Something wasn't going as planned. Call it a professional hunch, but Slade knew when shit was hitting the fan. And right now, gave him that exact feeling. The only problem is that he couldn't tell for sure, he had no direct contact anymore. He was outside, and Robin and company were inside.

He was going to have to break into the damn church. But Slade would use the front door. He didn't want nor need to be stealthy. If things had gotten as serious as he suspected, then he didn't have time to mess around.

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