"Won't you take me on a tour of the place, Albert?" Renegade innocently asked the guard who was escorting him to his cell.
Albert gave him a sharp push forward. "Shut up."
"Boring." the mercenary muttered, grunting when the older man gave him another shove. "All right! Damn, I get it!"
Renegade mentally archived the route from the interrogation room to the corridor where there were numerous cells, knowing that he would have to memorize the layout of the entire facility as best as possible if he wanted to get out as soon as possible, no matter how fucking huge it was. He learned that his cell was apparently in the D wing of the facility and ignored the noises made by the criminals -wolf whistles, death threats, harsh insults and other noises so disgusting that he didn't even want to dwell on them- and simply shivered mentally at the mere thought of the many hundreds of criminal scum he would have to deal with.
The corridor seemed to go on forever and the more Dick heard the sounds of the hardened and depraved criminals the more he felt sick inside, knowing that he wouldn't have an easy life at all for who knows how long.
Finally after what seemed like an eternity Albert finally stopped in front of a cell, grabbed his set of keys and inserted one into the cell lock, opening it. The 17-year-old barely took a step forward when he was abruptly shoved forward but still managed not to fall. He whirled around, momentarily putting aside how as soon as he turned towards the bars his instincts were screaming DANGER DANGER DANGER from behind him, and glared at the guard who sent him a cold smirk. "Have fun with your new friends."
The mercenary turned and predictably found himself facing five other criminals, all of them taller than him and with a robust and massive build similar to that of Slade. His gaze quickly wandered around the cell, finding a total of three bunk beds -for a total of six beds- and two toilets. He turned his attention back to the men, his muscles stiff and ready for a fight, and grimaced at the unmistakable smell of piss, shit and even cum that hung in the air.
Disgusting.
One of the men gave a menacing, disgusting laugh. "Well well. Look who we have here, guys."
His cold brown eyes ran over Renegade's entire body from top to bottom with a predatory glint that made Dick's muscles tense further, his entire being fill with nausea and disgust.
"The infamous Renegade." continued another man, also mirroring the first's expression. "You know, we were so excited that you were going to be in this prison. All alone. With all of us."
"We have the honor of being able to taste and enjoy every single inch of your body." the third chuckled coldly, running his tongue between his dirty, rotten teeth with hungry eyes.
The expert assassin barely suppressed his startled gasp when someone on the other side of the wall to his right hit the wall, exclaiming: "Let the rest of us have some fun with the boy, you assholes!"
"Don't worry: at least once the whole place will stick their cock in his tight ass and in his mouth!" another man shouted back.
Dick felt bile rising in him and quickly swallowed it, raising his fists in a defensive position and giving them his most menacing glare. "Come any closer and I'll send you all to Hell, you sons of bitches." he stated coldly.
All 5 men burst out laughing. "You're not so threatening without your fucking weapons and armor and superhuman abilities." the second man stated with a smug and arrogant look.
Even in these conditions I'm still the second best assassin in the world, you fucking idiot.
"You look like a fucking dog with that collar. What, do you like being submissive while we stick it in your mouth and ass?" the fifth man snorted derisively, drawing more dirty giggles from the others and wolf whistles from men in nearby cells.
Renegade felt eyes on his back and already knew that the men in the cell opposite his were enjoying the show. Knowing their depravity and the kind of worst scum they were, they were probably also masturbating in anticipation of seeing these men rape a seventeen year old and competing to see who doesn't cum first.
The mere thought sent a pang of disgust and nausea through him that he was forced to quickly suppress.
I might as well adapt to this disgusting place if I want to survive as unscathed as possible, at least mentally.
With a menacing smirk on his lips he nodded at him. "You should have seen your mother when I fucked her mouth, her pussy and even her ass. She sure knew how to fuck, man."
The man in question became irritated, hurled insults at him that Dick ignored and predictably snapped at him. Renegade easily blocked the punch and with his other hand grabbed his head and smashed it with all his might into the bars, laughing his eerie cackle as blood and brain matter splashed violently in all directions. Humming he dropped the man who fell dead to the ground and turned to the other four men, his emotionless smirk still present. "And there are only four left."
"Son of a bitch!" roared the first man who glared at the other three. "Let's take him together, beat him mercilessly and then fuck him until his ass is tighter than his mother's pussy!"
The four men simultaneously charged Renegade who blocked two punches with his arms and ducked, dodging two more blows. He jumped up and hit a man with a ferocious uppercut to the jaw, sending him crashing against the cell wall. With a kick he violently hit the neck of another man who immediately broke from the force of the blow and fell with strangled noises to the ground.
The mercenary blocked a punch and pulled the third man towards him, briefly using him as a shield who received a strong punch in the stomach from the other criminal. Immediately afterwards the seventeen-year-old grabbed the neck of the man he was using as a shield and broke it with one fluid move, his body falling limply to the ground.
The fourth man stared at the two corpses and the other man groaning in pain against the wall. He peacefully raised his hands in the air and took a step back, his bravado and arrogance replaced by absolute fear and terror. "Look man, I-"
The antihero did not allow him to finish the sentence: he quickly reached him and killed him with a brutal kick to the neck, watching with satisfaction as the light faded from his evil eyes. The youngest moved his gaze towards the only man left alive and who was flattening himself against the wall as much as possible, as if this would allow him to survive the mercenary's murderous fury.
Renegade approached him, ignoring his pathetic pleas, grabbed him by the collar of his prison jumpsuit and threw him into the center of the cell. He pinned him to the ground and began to beat him with all his strength with violent punches, enjoying the sound of breaking bones and crushing flesh.
Renegade viciously punched him in the face.
And again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again-
At a certain point in the brutal beating Dick realized that the man had stopped begging and, after a second look, that he had also stopped breathing. He looked at his right hand closed into a fist, completely covered in blood, and then lowered his gaze to the corpse, observing with satisfaction the face of the man so mangled and bloody that it was practically impossible to recognize him.
The acrobat stared straight ahead when he heard several loud moans only to immediately look away when his eyes confirmed his earlier theory about the men in the cell opposite.
"Ugh! Did you see how Renegade beat those assholes? It was so hot: especially the little boy!" one of them shouted.
Dick stopped listening to this bullshit and with a sigh stood up, cleaning up as much of the blood that wasn't his that covered his hand as he could on his orange jumpsuit.
The only benefit of being sent to this kind of hell is that I don't have to hold back at all against the worst scum in the world: all of them deserve to die for one reason or another.
He turned suddenly when he heard several footsteps coming towards him and chuckled silently at the tired and surprised look of Albert who had stopped in front of his cell.
The last Flying Grayson dramatically spread his arms and smiled innocently, knowing that the blood on his suit would make him even more menacing and scary.
"You were right, before. I really had fun with my new friends!"
The guard narrowed his eyes in annoyance. "I don't care. For now you will live with the stench of the dead in your cell. I hope it was worth it, idiot." he growled before walking away.
"Absolutely, Albert!" Dick screamed, knowing the man would hear him.
I am so used to smelling death that I have become completely numb to the stench of rotting corpses. For once I thank you, Cobb.
With a sigh the acrobat analyzed the various beds and chose the one with the cleanest and least disgusting appearance as his. He mentally rejoiced when he noticed a narrow and practically invisible to the human eye space between the bed and the wall. He spat out the toothpick and grabbed it, ignoring his own blood covering the object, and quickly placed it in that space.
When it's time to escape, the toothpick will serve me both to unlock the inhibitor collar to regain my superhuman abilities and to unlock the cell lock.
Honestly, he missed them very much: for example, it would have been very useful to have superhuman strength capable of tearing apart a human chest with a single punch.
Instead, at that moment Dick was simply a human being at Batman's level but more homicidal, violent and skilled in hand-to-hand combat. He mentally sighed.
What a downgrade to go from Renegade level to Batman level.
For the moment the young assassin decided to lie down on the bed, grimacing at the coldness and hardness of the mattress, and began to devise the various steps that would lead to his escape from that hell.
And it's just the beginning, dammit.