Hey all! How's' it going. So... my computer went POOF, went in and got it fixed, was fixed, brought it home, it wasn't working right, so took it back in, and this time it got fixed for good. Gotta love Windows updates... *sighs*

ANYWAYS! I'm back! With another chapter! I wonder if people even got to read the last chapter, I remember posting it then Fanficnet just like... stopped working, for like a good day and a half or something. So emmm... if you haven't read chapter 54...emm please do so XD It's just back there *points to the past chapter*

Also I'm not sorry for making Robin shoot someone, there I said it XD It's part of the story, besides you all know it was coming XD

Anyways UBER THANKS to Asilla for editing my bad grammar and whatnot. You rock and are amazing! All praise Asilla!

Also BIG UBER THANKS to all my readers, new faves and follows! And you reviewers man... YOU DA BEST! My utmost thanks go you guys, I know I say it each time but I meant it, if it wasn't for you guys, I wouldn't be posting chapter 55. SO THANK YOU!

Anyways I'm sure yer all sick and tired of me now. SO ON WITH THE STORY!

EDIT: 06/15/2023 Just fixing some typos and things

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Panic was evident in the air. Shots rang out from all directions. Blood was split that night by many, but in Robin's rage he seemed to cause the most damage. It even gave her pause. His movements in and around the men became a blur. So much so that her own men couldn't keep up. He weaved around them as if they were nothing to him. His instincts roared and his hands did the work, while his mind reeled at what he was doing, what he had become. To him, all of that was mere background noise compared to the panicked voice that kept screaming in his mind. "She's Dead! She's Dead! She'll kill you next! Keep going! Sariel is Dead!"

And indeed, she was. There was no coming back for Sariel. Her blood pooled around her body and she laid there in a quiet heap as Gus clutched onto her. Robin grunted. Gus hadn't listened to him. "Shock" he scoffed, knowing full well how Gus was being affected by all of this.

But it didn't matter so much at that moment. All that did matter to him was the fact that she was dead.

She's dead!

She's dead!

Sariel... She's dead!

His mind wouldn't let it go. Again, and again. It tormented him.

She was gone. They would never share any of their silent moments again. She would never tease him again, or get away with her small silly gestures towards Slade.

She was gone, a friend, an ally, a companion. Just killed before his eyes as if she was nothing. This wasn't like his time with the Titans. He realized a while ago that although the Titans had been in some form of danger in their crime fighting crusade, and while at times their lives were on the line, along with many others... It was nothing like this. Death wasn't always knocking at your door as a Titan. But here... on this side, in this world, it was a constant battle. A war that had opened his eyes to the insufferable ways of the Western world and their privileged "hero's".

Sariel told him long ago. He didn't listen then, but her words meant something now... Now that she was gone. He just snapped, it was like instant clarity, knowing now what had to be done.

Looking over the scene, however, Robin knew he had overreacted. He supposed he hadn't changed that much at all over the past few months. Although, he did realize his methods had drastically shifted. Robin cringed at his own handy work. How many were dead now? Killed by his own hands?

He didn't know. He didn't count. But what he did know now was that no matter how many he did take, it wouldn't equal to his friend.

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Another shot rang out, another man was dead. Another bullet aimed in her direction, redirected to kill one of her own.

"Are we going to do this all night? I do have plans... Although, I must say you are much more entertaining."

Robin appeared from out of the smoky haze he had created, his gun draw, a bullet just for her. He fired, but once again, no effect. The bullets did hit her, but no blood was drawn. No pain seemed evident; no muffled cry escaped her lips. She acted as if it were merely a sting instead of a bullet.

"I have not lived so long to be taken out by someone such as yourself, and with a mere bullet. You must try better Robin."

Frustrated, Robin fired a few more rounds.

Nothing. Again. Maybe a fist to her face would slow her down?

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"Gunfire?"

Slade had already made his way into the cathedral, but it was vast. It seemed he would have to make his way through a series of halls and rooms before he could get to his apprentice. Regardless, he was close. Close enough to hear the cries of men dying and the evident muffled grunts of pain that would come from any kind of battle, and from the sound of it, things had turned sour. He would not leave his young apprentice in this kind of mess. Sariel and Robin had devised a basic, yet sturdy, plan. Something had gone wrong.

He cursed himself. He was a damn fool for giving Robin this much freedom. For all he knew the boy was dead. The guilt swelled up in his chest and settled there. Slade disliked that feeling. For it was a familiar one from years ago, from another life, from another dead body.

Slade gritted his teeth. No, he would not allow that to happen a second time. Robin would out-do them all. Robin would live. He just had to get to him.

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Her footsteps were delicate, but purposeful. She strode over to the body of his fallen friend; Gus still looking down on her, holding her in his arms, clutching her to his chest. His friend was dead. And he couldn't get over it. He couldn't leave.

"Get up! Get out there!" His mind taunted him as he watched the woman approach. "Gus GO!" God damn him, why didn't he listen to him? Robin mentally scolded his friend from his hiding spot. He had run out of bullets and Auroras strength, he had learned, was overwhelming. He had tried to strike, but he soon learned it was in vain. Before he could even land a punch, she had caught his fist then proceeded to punch him right in the face, breaking his nose in the process. His form slumped to the floor, his mind in a daze. Her strength was something else. She then proceeded to kick him a few times in the stomach before he was able to actually catch her foot and send her stumbling back. He then took advantage of that and found himself hiding out behind these pews.

To be honest, he didn't know where to take this battle next. The church was constricting and he knew that he couldn't take it out into the streets. It would give her way too many advantages and she could end up killing many more in the process.

His eyes narrowed. "Still thinking like a goddamn hero when we know we're done with that shit." The voice from the fires had come back, only to taunt him, but he knew now how correct it was. Robin didn't consider himself a hero anymore. Perhaps he was more akin to a renegade these days. However, he really did not need a body count out in the middle of the streets of Berlin, he knew that would attract all sorts of attention.

"Gotta end this here. One way or another." Robin looked to his friend; she was getting closer to him. "Wait..."

Aurora looked down on the boy clutching the body of his friend. Robins mind screamed again. "GO, GO, GO!" Without a moment's thought, he gave his location away. He stood up and shouted at his friend. "GUS! RUN!"

But he didn't. Aurora looked to him, she bent down and picked up Sariel's gun, and fired.

Nothing but a gasp.

Not even a cry.

Just a terrible thud.

The woman then turned to him, aimed, and fired.

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Batman was on the main floor now. All he heard was the evident sounds of a struggle and gunfire. The Caped Crusader cringed; what kind of danger had Deathstroke put him in? What exactly was he making his son do in a goddamn church filled with gunfire?

He knew he would get his answer, he just had to get to Richard first.

Apparently, he was on the back end of the church. it didn't matter though. He could hear Robin, he could hear his son, and it didn't sound good. He sounded angry and a bit terrified.

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Robin took cover while she let off some steam, firing in his general direction. Even when he moved; being as quiet as he could, silent, stealthy, she seemed to pick up where he had moved to. "Impossible." he thought, but then again Slade could do that. So perhaps a lot more was possible than he thought.

He was out matched, but he didn't want to give up. Robin had picked up one of the suited men's firearms, but he couldn't pull the trigger. It seemed the guns were locked down and coded to be only fired by the DNA imprint of the original owner. Smart really, but right now, really frustrating.

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"You can't hide forever you know."

Silence.

"You can move about all you want, from one point to another, I will always hear you. Although I admit, Batman trained you well. A normal person wouldn't be able to pick up on where you were so easily."

Silence. She sighed.

"It's indeed a shame you left my services. All you hero's make such excellent decoys."

"Why do you use them like that?" She grinned, finally an answer.

She couldn't see him but answered anyway. "Why not? Organize a system of people that strive to protect what they think is theirs. The people need to feel safe Robin, humans are such needy creatures. But if you give them what they want, they keep to themselves and their happy little lives. But you see, you can't have too much security or people become too secure, too safe. And as you know, this world is hardly a 'safe' place. You have to keep the wars going somewhere, it funds the other projects you see. The heroes decide whom they want to keep safe. But people are selfish, they only want to protect what they consider their own. Their own families, their own cities."

"You use people. And you call them selfish?"

"Darling, everyone is a tool."

"Yea, but it makes you no different than anyone else."

"While possibly true, I do hold far more superiority than most."

Silence again.

Was the boy staying in one spot, waiting to die, waiting for her to come and shoot him? No, he had too much vigor, that boy. For a moment she stood there, as if she was waiting for him to simply come to her and admit defeat. She did not expect the knife in her back.

She smiled, and turned to him. "Well done." The knife was embedded deep into her flesh, and she knew then that there would be no saving her white suite. The blood stains would be impossible to get out. Shame, she really liked this one.

"But it seems you have more interesting company approaching, someone much better than myself." She smiled at the boy and simply vanished, her form turning into ash. "But I'm sure we'll meet again. I'm sure you'll want some form of revenge for your little friends. If you can get past one of my best that is."

"Her best?" Robin blinked, not knowing what she had meant. Was she sending in someone to finish the job? With that in mind, he picked up the gun she had dropped. He knew he would have to keep his guard up but... he couldn't help but walk over to them.

Dead.

Gone.

Two in one night. How did this happen? Why couldn't he save them?

"You had to think about yourself first. You had to live, you had to survive." The damnable voice haunted him again. Didn't they deserve to survive? Sariel...? Gus? His friends. His goddamn friends were dead. Killed by some freakish lady with some sort of James Bond villain complex.

He had to get back to Slade.

He couldn't have his master walk in on him looking over the bodies of his friends. What the hell was he going to tell him? That he failed? He could barely stand against Aurora and Sariel and Gus where fucking dead! He began to panic.

What was he going to do now?

They were dead! Gone!

He had to get back to Slade, Slade would know what to do. What the next step would be, where to go.

Slade would know.

Slade always knew.

But he couldn't take his eyes off of them. They were so lifeless, so void of emotion. They were dead. He knew he would have to move now, soon, but he couldn't leave them like this. He frowned. He knew his friends would be on the five O'clock news. Two dead found in a Berlin historical church. His breaths were deep, his body finally calming down from the adrenaline rush. He was beginning to feel every bruise, scratch, cut and wound.

He must have looked so lost, confused and utterly helpless. He heard his name being called out to him, that voice was filled with a hollow sorrow and confusion, begging to ask why. He must have looked like he had shot them. He wouldn't understand.

"Robin?"

It was not Slade.

His blue eyes found the white pair in an all too familiar cowl.

"Batman?"

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NANANANANANANANA BATMAN! BATMAN! BATMAAAAAANNNN!

Ok, I'll stop.

BATMAN!

Ok seriously now.

Anyways, what do you guys think? What is Batman going to do? What is Robin going to do? When is Slade gonna get there? WHAT IS GOING ON!? WHAT IS GOING TO HAPPEN!?

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