Giacomo Spaletti waits by the window of the office. Although it's a second floor he has a clear view of the Golden Gate bridge, he also notices as the sea seems rough this particular night. A cigarette between his right-hand fingers. He thinks back to his grand father as he looks at the bridge and the hundreds of stories he had told him while working on the bridge. To think he had endured all that, just for his grandson to die without descendant, and all because of a delivery mistake. He then looks down at one of the guards patrolling outside the building with his machine gun, hopefully it would be of some use, but Giacomo doubts it.
After a couple of minutes, he dusts off his coat and gets away from the window.
He looks to the other side of the office where a blonde man is tied to a chair trying to speak, but all Giacomo can hear are incoherent mumbles.
In that moment, his partner, Michael, enters the office, a brown bag in his hands. "¿He said something?" He asks referring to the blond man, while he takes out a bottle of whiskey from the bag. He then unscrews the cap and takes a sip.
Giacomo checks his watch, almost nine at night. He looks at his younger partner with a stern look. "Do you think he say anything, Michael?" The blond man's face is disfigured, his jaw almost hanging out over his chest.
"I didn't mean to break his jaw" Michael defends himself.
Giacomo rolls his eyes. "Give him a sip."
Michael nods and approaches the blond man. He is still using the same blue shirt from work. Michael lifts slightly the man's head so that the whiskey can pass through his throat. Giacomo watches with interest.
The blond man coughs and spits a rain of blood over his chest. Through his bruised eyes, he looks at the men in front of him and talks some more incoherent words that Giacomo wouldn't be able to understand if he hadn't been saying the same three words for the last three hours. "I know nothing."
"Yes, we know." Michael looks at Giacomo. "Have to admit it, kids tough."
Giacomo decides he's had enough as he walks up to the blond man and places a hand over his shoulder. "Jake was it, right?" Jake doesn't answer as he can barely hear anyway. "Look, we are only trying to figure out who send the package. You arrive with a huge package; we automatically send it to the destiny it says. Then we check the forms, there's no name, apparently no one send it. Do you understand how we can get in trouble for this? We are only trying to save our own necks" he speaks in a comprehensive tone.
Jake only answers in incoherent mumbles.
Giacomo swears in Italian as he turns to Michael. "Why did you have to break his jaw, motherfucker can't even speak." He walks back to the window and takes another puff of his cigarette. In that moment, he notices as the guard outside is knocked up in the floor. "What…?" He turns back to Michael noticing Jake is no longer in the room, only the empty chair left. "Where did he go?"
Then an arrow comes through the window impacting Michael in the chest knocking him up. A panicked Giacomo takes out a gun from his pocket. "What is going on?"
In that moment, a dark-haired woman in a black suit with a shield burst through the window. Giacomo shoots at her, but she blocks it with her armband. He then takes out a golden lasso and throws it at him, wrapping him up. Behind her enter three more figures. A man with long hair in a blue suit, a man with a cap in a red suit and a bow in his hand, and finally a man with a mask and a yellow suit. Stern looks on their faces as they look down at Giacomo.
"What is the package that arrived?" The woman asks taking charge. Giacomo tries to free himself from the lasso, but he cannot. "The Lasso of Truth commands you to answer."
"I don't know, the Jake fella just came with it" Giacomo suddenly answers, surprised at himself. "We first send it without asking questions."
"What is it inside?" The ginger-hair man asks.
"Don't know, just that is a huge box. The letters A.M.A.Z.O. outside, that's all I know, I swear!"
The four figures trade glances, now a worried look on their faces.
"Donna, do you think…?" The yellow-suit man asks.
Donna doesn't answer and turns back to Giacomo. "Where did you send it?"
"The destiny said Jump City."
"FIRE!" Mad Mod orders. With that all his men open fire at the mansion delivering an avalanche of bullets, creating holes in the walls, shattering the windows, getting inside and destroying everything. The thugs in the mounted machine guns also firing, burning countless rounds of bullets. They continue for a few more seconds.
Inside the mansion, the bullets keep destroying everything in the way as no one can be seen. The portraits in the dinner room scattered throughout the floor, their glass shattered as more bullets make their way inside. In the living room, the TV is destroyed alongside the sofa next to it.
Mad Mod signals to one of his men carrying a rocket launcher. The man nods as he aims at the central window of the mansion and fires. A huge explosion goes off inside. Mod motions to his men to stop, they oblige. They surely couldn't be alive after all that. Silence.
"Now, get me the Mark of Scath, will ya lads?" He motions to his men. A big chunk of his men step forward entering the mansion. Rouge also takes a step, but Mod stops her. "In chess, the pawns move first."
The thugs enter single line in the mansion, their machine guns raised. Everything is dark, the only light coming from the outside. One of the thugs steps to the light switch and tries to turn on the light but nothing happens.
"Lights' off" he informs.
They continue walking immersing into the darkness. A lightning bolt goes off outside for a second illuminating the room. The thugs separate, some of them going upstairs, others continuing on the first floor, the uneasiness never leaving them.
Three of them step into the dining room, also dark. They move around inspecting the room. Suddenly one of them is yanked off his feet upside, whipping him into darkness with a piercing scream. The other two quickly turn around, scared and fire into the darkness.
"What…?" "Mikey…?" They whisper, dead scared. No answer. They split, each moving very slowly to a different side of the room. One of the thugs thinks he sees a figure between the shadows. "Mikey?" He reaches with his hand forward when he is also yanked into the darkness.
The third one quickly turns around, sweat coming out of his forehead. "Jamie? Where did ya go?... Mikey?" He asks, completely scared, maybe he should run away while he can. Just then he hears a noise from the ceiling. He looks up just when a figure falls from the ceiling on top of one of him delivering a kick to the face.
Upstairs a group of thugs is walking through the corridor, stopping by each door, forcing it open with a kick and checking it. They hear the shots fired downstairs. They stop. "What was that?"
They are about to make their way down when a small metallic spheric ball rolls through the floor. They look at it, before they can speak, the ball goes off producing a blinding light, forcing the thugs to look away. In that moment, a large figure makes its way to the corridor punching one of the men and then moving to the next one, knocking them unconscious, as it continues moving to the next one. The light stops as the rest of the thugs recompose themselves. They look up just in time to see a sonic blast making their way to them sending them all flying through the corridor.
Outside, Mad Mod notices the explosion. He talks to the thug holding the rocket launcher. "There, fire at that window" he orders.
"But, what about our men?"
"Fire, ya wanker!"
The thug nods as he points at the window form where the sonic canon came and fires.
Victor widens his eyes as he notices the incoming missile, he ducks, managing to move away just in time as the corridor goes off with the explosion.
Raven looks at the library. Another reddish lightning. She gulps as she looks down at the Mark of Scath between her hands. She doesn't want to do this, but she must.
"You know I can bring her back" she hears Trigon's voice inside her mind. She shakes her head, not wanting to hear him. "It is the only way."
"Get out of my head!" She finally yells.
"Whoa I'm not going to hurt you" she hears behind her, forcing her to quickly turn around and raise her hand, prepared to throw away whoever that was. She is surprised to find Malchior standing right there, his hands raised.
"Malchior?" She asks in disbelief.
"It is me, Raven. I'm here to help you."
"What are you doing here?" She doesn't trust him. After all, he had admitted having come to Jump City because of a dream, Trigon had called him.
"I want to help you, Raven. Help you with that" he answers motioning to the Mark of Scath.
Raven clutches protectively the Mark of Scath. "I'm going to destroy it" she lies.
His expression doesn't change. He takes a step forward. "Then let me help you."
Raven thinks about it. She doesn't like it, he hasn't explained how he got here, maybe Trigon had called him right here. Then again, she may need his help, who knows what she could find down there. She looks at him and nods. Malchior smiles back.
They both turn to the library and enter.
More men continue entering the dining room. They fire their machine guns as they notice a figure moving between the shadows. "There fire!"
The figure throws a batarang at one of the men, then cartwheels moving to another, delivers a flying kick. From the floor, he sweeps the feet of the closest men and then makes a run for cover behind one of the furniture. The thugs continue firing.
Nightwing touches his earpiece. "I think they figured the entrance to the lab is from the dining room. How are things up there, Vic?" He asks.
Victor moves away from another incoming missile that destroys another room. He touches his earpiece. "There's not much upper level left here!"
A thug appears from behind and grabs him, but Victor catches him, twists his wrist and punches him hard.
"You did what you could" Nightwing answers. "We split their first wave, now come back down and help me."
"Copied that."
Another wave of thugs enter, flooding the room bullets. Nightwing throws a smoke bomb, clouding the room as the thugs start coughing. He then takes out his esgrima sticks and proceeds to move to the closest one hitting him in the head. He then moves to the next one as he sends them to the ground one by one, moving like a shadow through the smoke. He suddenly receives the impact of a bullet that bounces off his suit, although still hurting him. He quickly turns around, meeting two more thugs. They are about to fire when they are hit by Victors sonic blast sending them back as Victor makes it to the room.
Nightwing looks at him and is about to say something about how he had it covered when another wave of incoming fire makes its way to the room forcing them to take cover together.
"What did I miss?" Victor asks as he quickly fires his canon and takes cover again.
Nightwing shrugs. "Not much…" Now he moves and throws a batarang, hitting one of the thugs. "Just having the time of my life."
More fire comes their way, forcing Victor to move deeper into the furniture. "Not to brag, but I'm at twelve right now."
Nightwing turns to him, he smirks. "Eighteen." Both enjoying this friendly competition in such a stressful moment.
Victor narrows his eyes. "I'm not gonna let some birdboy outnumber me." He again turns to the thugs, but another round of fire forces him back.
He looks at Nightwing, who is smirking while holding an electric disc in his hand. Victor grins as he nods, understanding the plan. "Let the best man win."
In a quick move, Nightwing turns around and throws the electric disc, followed by Victor doing the same and hitting the disc with his sonic canon just before it reaches the thugs, producing a huge energy blast sending all of them to the ground. With that, both heroes charge at them.
Nightwing jumps over Victor using him to gain altitude as he punches down one of the men. Victor blocks with his arm and delivers another punch to another one. He then raises his canon firing at Nightwings positions, who ducks just in time as the impact hits another thug. Both fighting in perfect sync as more thugs continue to enter.
"So, why is it you want to destroy it?" Malchior asks as they walk through the darkness of the library. To the side, the shelves with old books on each.
Raven doesn't look at him, she just continues walking. "I have to."
"You've been here before" Malchior points out. "You seem to know where you are going." Raven nods. Malchior thinks.
They reach the blank wall at the end of the passage. Raven looks at it. The last time it had opened on itself. She places her hands on the wall. Nothing. She pushes. Nothing. She takes a step back. She closes her eyes and focuses on the wall as she tries to open it. Nothing happens. She concentrates even more, using more force, blood starts pouring from her nose. She finally gives up, panting.
"This didn't happen before" she says, still a bit out of breath.
Malchior looks at her. "You are certain it is this way?"
Raven nods, still looking at the wall. "Yeah, we came down here and the wall swished open."
"Then allow me" he says taking a step forward, Raven moving out of the way. He closes his eyes, focusing. Raven watches him for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, his eyes shoot open as he fires a fireball into the wall. The wall catches fire as it disintegrates itself.
Raven looks at him, wide-eyed. Malchior just winks at her and signals her to continue.
"This way."
Nightwing disarms one thug using his esgrima sticks, then throws a roundhouse kick sending him to the ground. He looks out of breath, the long fight already starting to weigh on him.
He looks to the side where Victor is firing his canon. He hits one of the thugs. "Twenty-four!" He fires again hitting another. "Twenty-five!"
Nightwing smirks, the competition motivating him even more to keep going. He charges at another thug hitting him with his sticks then delivers a bicycle kick to another thug attacking him from behind. "Twenty-eight" he yells.
Victor smirks. "You are falling behind!"
Mad Mod is still outside, fuming. This is taking too long. How many more men does he have to send?! Rouge looks at him. "You want me to take care?"
Mod stops her. "Not yet." He looks at the three men holding rocket launchers by his side. "You lot, its ya turn, lads." The men nod as they step into the mansion.
Victor punches another thug. "Twenty-seven!" He yells grinning. Just then he notices the rocket launcher men entering the room. He widens his eyes. "Watch out!" He takes cover.
Nightwing looks at him, noticing the incoming missiles. He barely has time to react as one of them passes right by his side hitting the wall behind, creating a massive whole. The explosion sending Nightwing to the floor, his eyes closed, unconscious as blood starts coming out of his forehead.
The thugs notice the descending staircase into the lab. "This way, lads." A group of them separates as they start descending.
Victor sees them. He takes out his canon, but he can't shoot as he is forced to the ground by another incoming missile. He touches his earpiece. "Yo Gar, they breached us, they are going your way." He fires again forcing the thugs to retreat, stopping more from continuing to descend.
Mod watches as the explosion goes off inside, he is grinning. He turns to Rouge. "Now, ya can go." Rouge smirks as she walks to the mansion.
Raven and Malchior reach the end of the staircase. Raven looks to the side where she notices the destroyed statues. That was probably Mod. After a few minutes of walking, they reach the altar. Raven looks at it. There is the hole, the place the Mark of Scath is supposed to go. She stops. Should she do it?
Malchior looks at the altar. "You don't want to destroy it; you want to bring him back." Raven turns to him. "You cheeky girl. You want his power."
"Mal, understand me, this is not for myself, I only…" she pauses. "I only want it to save my friend."
Malchior takes a step to her. "You are willing to risk destroying the world just to save a friend?" He asks with an air of superiority.
Raven looks down, thinking. Yes, that was her original plan. But is it worth it? Would Kory want this? She looks down at the Mark of Scath in her hands, then at Malchior meeting his gaze. "No, no, I'm not" she says catching him off-guard. "It's too dangerous, I… I can't, she wouldn't want this. She would want us to remember her for who she was, not to summon Trigon to bring her back. That was what Richard was trying to tell me. To learn to mourn the dead ones." She smiles. "We can't do it, Mal, it's not the correct thing to do." She turns around, aiming to the stairs.
"You are a coward" she hears Trigons voice in her mind. "You are killing her; she is never going to come back." She ignores him as she continues walking.
Malchior watches her go. He doesn't like it. In that moment, two pairs of red eyes appear on his face. Trigon. "I'm sorry, but I can't let you do this" he says.
Raven stops, wary. "Mal…" She slowly turns to him.
"I'm afraid you are not taking it away" he warns. His hands lightning up with fire.
Raven raises her free hand, becoming black with her energy. "I don't want to hurt you, Mal."
He smirks. "Dear, you couldn't even if you tried." With that he fires two quick fires-ball at her.
Raven raises an energy shield blocking his attacks, but it isn't enough as she is sent to the ground. She looks up, Malchior is slow walking up to her.
Five thugs slowly descend single-line through the dark stairwell of the mansion, taking each step with precaution, their machine guns raised. Their steps echoing through the passage. The first one notices the light at the end of the tunnel.
"There is, mates." He suddenly feels something running through his legs. He stops, a little wary. "What was that?!" He says turning to his fellow thugs.
The others look at him. "What was…?". "Oi, I felt it!" Other interrupts him.
Their raises their guns as they inspect the place, a scared look on their faces.
"This place eis haunted" one of them whispers.
Another thug turns to him lowering his gun. "Oi, I'm tired of this lot, haunted this, haunted that" he says mockingly. "Everything is…" He suddenly is interrupted by a literal green bat flying right at his face and biting him on the nose as he screams in pain. "Oi, get it out!" He moves his machine gun around, his finger on the trigger as he involuntarily fires multiple bullets illuminating the dark passage.
"Oi, watch out!", "Stop!", "Shoot him!" Are some of the incoherent shouts they utter before some of the bullets reach them killing them.
Then the bats flies away. For a second is silence. The only thug alive is panting, a lot of blood pouring from his nose. "That bastard…" He suddenly feels as a giant snake starts creeping through his body, enveloping him as it squeezes him. "No! No!" He shouts before the squeeze of the snake makes him fall unconscious as he falls to the side.
The snake moves away from him as it starts growing turning back to Gar, a bit out of breath, but he laughs, a little proud of himself. Some blood on his nose as he spits the nose. He looks up, some more thugs walking down.
Nightwing groans as he opens his eyes, his head hurting. He looks up, noticing Victor a few feet from him taking cover as he fires his canon, he then turns to Nightwing and yells at him. Nightwing can't hear him, his ears buzzing because of the close explosion. He places his hand on the ground and uses his strength to stand up, struggling a bit.
Victor sees him struggling. He fires again and makes a run to him, taking cover along with him and helping him stay on his feet.
"You okay?" He asks. Nightwing nods. Victor turns to the thugs who continue entering the mansion. "We can't continue this for much longer."
"We can't… We can't give up" Nightwing says in a tired tone before groaning in pain.
"What do you have in mind?"
Nightwing thinks. "Mod, he is the key to everything, we take him down and they will stop."
Victor nods in agreement. "How do you propose we get with him?"
Nightwing looks out as he thinks. "I'll do it, you'll have to buy me some time."
"Can do." Nightwing then extends his hand to him. Victor looks at him and shakes it. Both keeping their gaze on the other in a look of respect. This could be the very last time they spoke to each other. "Go avenge our girl." Nightwing nods. He intends to.
Raven has her shield up, still blocking Malchiors attacks. She won't last much longer; he is much stronger. She moves away avoiding his attacks. She then focuses on some of the debris of the statues and throws them at him.
Malchior notices them and shoots his fireballs at the incoming attacks, blocking them. "You will have to do better than that, dear" he says. He then puts his hands together letting out a ray of fire directly at her.
Raven widens her eyes and just in time manages to raise once again her black energy shield. She clutches her teeth, struggling against his powers.
Malchior smirks. "You are weak."
"Let me out!" Raven hears in her head. "You can't defeat him without me."
"NO!" She yells as suddenly the black energy raven comes out of her body flying directly at Malchior. Now he widens his eyes as he doesn't have time to react, the raven hitting directly and sending him flying against the wall.
Raven crumbles to the floor, panting, out of breath, that attack had taken a lot out of her. She hears Trigon laughing inside her head. She then looks up as Malchior once again stands up. He smirks.
"Finally, a challenge."
Victor presses a couple of buttons on his control panel on his arm, diverting most of his energy left onto his sonic canon.
Madame Rouge gets into the mansion, joining the thugs left, three of them carrying rocket launchers. "Where are they?" She asks in her French accent.
Before any of them can answer, a smoke bomb comes rolling through the floor. Rouge widens her eyes, already knowing what that meant. In a quick move, she moves away, getting out of the mansion.
The smoke bomb goes off clouding the room. In that moment, Victor gets out of his hiding spot, aims his canon and fires a huge energy blast, blowing the entrance of the mansion and sending the thugs flying back. Smoke coming out of Victor's body because of the blast, he had never done something like that. He touches a button on his temple, expelling the Max 8 chip, it looks completely burned, he throws it away.
Nightwing gets out of the hiding spot, meeting him. He looks up in front. There, around fifty feet in front, is Mad Mod, he appears alone, observing the whole battle from afar. The hero then turns to Victor and nods. Victor nods back. He grabs him from the back, makes a complete spin and using the momentum he throws Nightwing into the air as let out of a battle cry.
Nightwing is sent flying out of the mansion, over the thugs. While in the air, he pushes his head down, completing a flip and landing with his back and rolls in the ground, quickly getting up. There in front of him is Mad Mod, a bit of a scared look on his eyes as he wasn't expecting that. Nightwing greets his teeth and takes out his esgrima sticks, prepared to engage in combat.
"This ends now" he says, a murderous look on his eyes.
Mad Mod lifts his cane as an esgrima sword. "Bring it up, my duckie."
Nightwing lets out a battle cry as he charges at him.
The mayor reaches outside the mansion noticing the grand number of cars and trucks parked around. It has already started. He stops his car and reaches to his coat taking out a gun. He gets out and enters the property. A couple of seconds later, Debra and Max arrive at the place.
"What is going on here?" Debra wonders. She turns to Max. "Come on."
He nods as he grabs his camera, and they get out of the car. Before they can take a step, a big explosion goes off inside the mansion, making them stumble.
"This is a warzone" Max whispers.
Debra smirks. "Yes, it is, here's my story."
"Are you crazy, I'm not going in there."
"Fine, give me my camera, I'm doing it with or without you."
Nightwing swings his esgrima sticks at Mod who barely has time to block them as he moves backwards. Nightwing continues his assault not letting him breathe. Mod is struggling, the hero fighting more aggressively than he was expecting.
Mod blocks another attack and takes advantage, throwing an attack of his own, hitting Nightwing in the head sending him to the floor. Mod closes on him and hits him while on the floor in the ribs. The hero screams in pain. He repeats the move, but Nightwing sweeps his feet before he can. He then gets up with a jump and hits him down with his sticks, Mod blocking him while on the floor, but Nightwing continues. A blinding fury in his eyes. Another hit. Another. Nightwing reaches and takes his cane and throws it away. Mod takes out a gun, but Nightwing hits him in the hand forcing him to let go of it.
The hero then lets out a battle cry as he swings his sticks hitting Mod full on the face as teeth and blood come flying out.
Mod opens his eyes. There in front of him is Nightwing standing, a bit out of breath and the same murderous look on his eyes. Mod smirks. "Do it, lad, end it."
Nightwing thinks. There's nothing in the world that he wants more than to kill him right here. He had taken Kory away from him. He knows he shouldn't, but he doesn't care.
"Do it, ya coward!"
Nightwing narrows his eyes as he screams again and raises his sticks ready to kill him, when suddenly a bullet impacts his back from behind. He widens his eyes as he stumbles to the floor. He turns behind, there standing is Mayor O'Hara , a smoking gun in his hand.
"Wha…?" Nightwing whispers confused through the pain.
The mayor fires again to his chest. The impact hurting Nightwing as he lets go of his sticks. He looks down at his chest, blood coming out of hit despite the suit. The mayor walks up to him and kneels in front.
"You are with him" the hero whispers, not fully believing it.
O'Hara nods. "Understand, I don't like it either, but this is the way of controlling him." In the back Mod stands up, walking to them.
"You killed so many, so many innocents' lives."
"Innocents is a strong word for this city" the mayor argues calmly. "The whole incident with Deathstroke changed the people in the city, forever. They were scared and you weren't here. Their trust in the police force broken. They only felt safe with a gun between their own hands."
"Mod…"
O'Hara nods. "When I was elected, I tried to fight against him the correct way. Huge amounts of money for a new police corps, better weapons, everything, but nothing changed the first few months. I learned nothing can change if the people don't want to change. More money into campaigns against drugs, guns. But people didn't want that, they just wanted to keep feeding their fears and giving Mod more power. I had to negotiate with him, helping him get the Mark of Scath and he would reduce his influence." The mayor looks at Nightwing, not liking the look on his eyes. "I had to, this is the way of fighting against them, limiting them in the way you can. Its not realistic fighting against them."
Nightwing spits at him. "Tell it like you like, you are just a corrupt piece of shit."
The mayor cleans the spit out of his face, turns to Mod and nods. Mod grabs his gun and walks up to Nightwing placing it against his temple.
Victor is taking cover as the thugs continue firing rockets at him. He rolls away avoiding another impact. He jumps at one of the thugs, takes his rocket launcher away, and punches him. Two more thugs are approaching him. Using the rocket launcher, he blocks them and then hits them sending them to the floor. He lifts the rocket launcher and fires at the remaining thugs hitting some of them
Rouge moves out the way. She takes the weapon away from one of the thugs and fires one of her own. Victor can't avoid it as an explosion goes off right next to him sending him flying. He falls unconscious, the human side of his face covered in blood.
The thugs on the stairwell notice the bat flying through the darkness and fire their machine guns. Gar can barely dodge them as suddenly he is hit in the wing making him fall to the ground and start changing back to human. He cries in pain as he clutches his arm, blood coming out of it. He looks up, the thugs aim their guns down at him, ready to kill him.
Malchior continues firing fire balls at Raven. She still has her shield up, but it wont last long as she is struggling.
"Let me out!" Trigon yells in her mind.
Malchior stops the attack and fires a huge fireball into Raven.
Raven can't block it as the attack is too strong sending her to the floor.
"I can hear your friends, they are dying! You listen to me, Raven?! You friends are going to die! Let me save them and bring back Kory!" Raven for the first time listens to him. She looks to the side where the Mark of Scath is.
Mod takes the safety off the gun. Nightwing closes his eye expecting the impact.
"I hope I see you again, Kory" he whispers, a light smile on his face.
Raven thinks. This is the only way; she can't let them die also. She must make a choice. She closes her eyes, and the Mark of Scath starts flying up to the altar, inserting itself into the hole, Malchior never realizing of it.
"Now keep your promise" she whispers.
She hears Trigon smirk inside her head.
"Deal."
Malchior is about to fire another attack when suddenly he receives an attack sending him flying back. He looks up confused. There in front of him is Raven, but she is floating, two pairs of red eyes over her face and a smirk on her face.
"Raven?" He whispers.
"Ravens not home" she says in a deep voice with a smirk. That's not Raven, its Trigon. Malchior widens his eyes.
Raven raises a hand, lifting up Malchior, who starts choking, and then makes a hand movement snapping his neck. Malchior falls to the floor, dead.
Mod is about to fire when suddenly two pairs of red eyes shoot wide open on Nightwing's face. A new strength coming out of him. In a quick move, he takes hold of the gun and moves it out of way, the bullet missing, and punches Mod in the face.
O'Hara is surprised and takes out his gun firing at him and hitting him multiple times in the chest. But the bullets are not affecting him as he takes out a batarang and throws it at the mayor, slicing through his neck.
A few feet from them behind some bushes, Debra takes a picture, utterly surprised by what she is seeing. This is gold.
The thugs are about to fire at Gar when suddenly they hear a terrifying roar. They freeze, dead scared. In front of them, that scrawny kid who they were about to shoot starts changing into a much more larger creature with green fur and two pairs of red eyes on his face. The creature finishes transforming and lets out another roar as he jumps at the thugs, killing them all with its claws, as the thugs scream in pain, and the stairwell is transformed into a blood bath.
Rouge approaches Victor, the rocket launcher up, ready to kill him. She stops.
"Not now assassin, I have other plans for you" she hears a deep voice inside her head. She turns to the thugs behind her.
"Out, we are leaving."
"What?"
"You heard me, we are leaving" Rouge orders as she walks out of the mansion, the thugs behind leaving Victor behind.
Nightwing then turns back to Mod and continuously punches him in the face as he screams angrily, Mod only laughing through the beating. Not thinking, only rage running through him, only thinking of revenge. This is no longer Nightwing nor Richard, this is a beast, a beast only thinking of killing the man in front as he delivers blow after blow. Mod is barely breathing now, his whole face desfigured and covered in blood. Nightwing delivers one more hard punch.
He is about to punch him again when he is interrupted by the flash of a camera. He turns to it, spotting Debra, wide-eyed. He walks up to her, ready to kill her.
"Please no, I'll deleate them" Debra pleads desperate. But he doesnt listen as he continues walking forward.
He takes out a batarang when he suddenly stops, snapping out of it.
"What?" His eyes turning back to their normal blue. He looks in front at Debra, who takes advantage and runs away, dead scared. He looks down at his chest, no more blood coming out of it.
A still confused Nightwing turns around, noticing Mod's dead body. "No, no, no…" he whispers panicked as he runs to him. He places his hands on his neck, no pulse, he is gone. He turns to the side where the mayor's dead body is. He had killed them.
He looks down, his hands covered in blood. "No..."
Raven gets out of the library, her feet in the air, floating, her eyes still red. She smirks as she looks at the sky.
"Humanity will no longer dawn."
It's a quiet night at Jump City graveyard. Some reddish lightnings going off in the distance. No one at sight at the place, only the countless gravestones with the dead bodies under.
An old worker walks around the place at his nightshift. A dog by his side. Thirty years in this job have grown a bored expression on his face. Its not an ideal job, but it pays the bills.
The dog suddenly barks running away from him. "Bobby, where are you going?" The dog runs until reaching a particular stone. A couple of seconds later, the old man reaches him. "What's wrong with this damn dog!" He looks at the stone. "Kory Anders" he reads.
He suddenly feels rumble as the floor starts trembling below him. "What the fuck?!" The old man runs away, not wanting anything to do with any of this.
Only the dog stays watching as suddenly a hand reaches out from the ground.