OK SOOOOO It's been awhile, and I wanted to get this short chapter out, and I'm sorry it's short, because I'm taking my computer in to get ENHANCED... so I won't have it for about a week, therefore Asilla I'm sorry I didn't sent this to ya, I just wanted to get it out before... I had no computer... for a week... and I know people want the next chapter sooo... yea...

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EDIT: 06/15/2023 Just fixing somethings up and adding some stuff

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They past through a few wooden carved archways, to finally come across the main room. And indeed it was a sight to behold. It's ceiling was majestic and incredibly carved from stone. The organ to was impressive. But nothing so much so was the alter. Although, Robin might of thought it to be more beautiful, if it wasn't drenched in blood, and if bodies did not lay strewn across the floor.

And right in the center of it all was the very person they had come to see. Ironic, how she wore a white skirt and blazer. And not a drop of blood seemed to of caught her in whatever demise she had cast upon her these men. The bodies that lay beneath her, they were not dressed the same as the others. These were her own. Although, they were not the same from the bar, these were more of the type in suites and hand guns and ear pieces. They must of been her own kind of special services. But apparently not special enough to be spared from her. The main question was why? Why would she kill her own?

"So, it seems you found me?"

The trio stood so close and yet so far. "Sariel, do you know what exactly the Legacy is? Have you wrapped your little brain around it yet? Surely you've must of come across some form of conclusion?"

The woman in question frowned. "Maybe."

Aurora stood with her back to them. "Hrmmmm? Then tell me, what do you think it is?"

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Slade had placed a hand on Asif shoulder and the young man nearly lost his balance, if he hadn't grown somewhat accustomed to the man he might of fallen off his chair entirely.

"The drone, send it out."

"Ok." Asif took in a deep breath, but didn't flinch in taking the order. He knew what the drone would be used for. Slade wanted to find the super in the vicinity. "Who is it?" He shouldn't have asked, but curiosity got the better of him.

Slade looked to him with a bit of a glare. Asif could only answer. "The super, I mean."

"Your friend is a former superhero. You should know who has come looking for his lost bird."

Asif took in another deep breath, "Oh, Batman. Well... that's..."

"Not good is it?"

"Are you going to tell Robin?"

"No, and neither will you."

Asif frowned, but agreed that any clash between the two now... may lead to far to many possibilities. One was that Robin went home to Gotham with the Bat, which ironically, Asif didn't want. As for the other options...? Possibly the two getting into a fight, Robin becoming incredibly injured. What if Batman turned on Robin? There was too many possibilities. So Asif would do as he was told and send out the drone in search of a Bat. He wasn't about to let the caped crusader just waltz in, and take his friend away. Besides he still had a lot to make up for, he just hoped this would help along the way.

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Robin looked to his companion in interested. Had she figured something out? Intrigued, he remained silent and hopefully let Sariel explain.

"The Legacy, as you call it, is knowledge... Such knowledge that is not known to the public. Knowledge that you keep to yourselves and whoever you deem worthy of it. It's bloodlines, money and power. Its control over everything."

Aurora looked down to the trio. "Hrmmm, correct, but your missing one singular thing."

Sariel looked up "It's what makes you, you, isn't it?"

The elder woman smiled. "Indeed."

"You're not 'human' are you?'

"I have not been for some time."

"When?"

"Nazi Germany, 1940."

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Asif had done what was asked of him and had the drone up in the air in no time scanning the area for any kind of Bat problem. He sighed, of course he gets this kind of job. Normally, if it was anyone but Deathstroke he would of told them to hell with it, he wasn't going hunting for a god damn super. Especially Batman.

He had to admit however, he was pretty shocked when he found out he actually, somehow, made friends with the Robin. The Robin to Batman. Robin of the Teen Titans. But Robin... Robin was different from what he initially thought of him. Or at least he thought so. Robin could mold himself into the environment around him. The former hero wanted to stand for the people the supers never dared to visit, nor help. Robin saw the same world he had been born into and Robin never backed away. The other Supers... he knew damn well they really didn't give much of a shit. He never did like any of the capes and here he was looking for one. And it had to be Batman, the other side to Robin, the other half to the dynamic duo. He really wanted to tell his friend, but Deathstroke's wrath didn't seem like something he wanted to test.

The world seemed a little cruel at the moment.

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"What exactly did you find in that small bit of knowledge that you stole hrmmm?"

Robin narrowed his eyes and looked to his companion in concern. Sariel only answered. "Stuff I really didn't want to know. How much do you really control anyways?"

She chuckled and it echoed through the dome. "How much? Really? How much?"

Her laughter filled the empty void of the church. The trio, the only living souls around to hear it. Her own men lay dead at her feet and she laughs. And once it had been subdued her eyes became like a fire, intense and a certain kind of malice filled them. "Everything."

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He could climb to the top of the church and find a way inside and then travel down. But the drawback being to that, is that action may draw attention to himself, which he didn't need at the time. So he would have to find a way from the main floor.

The main entrance was out of the question, so he found a backdoor instead. And of course it was locked. However, Batman was never against breaking and entering, he was never there to steal, just to gain information. Therefore, breaking into this old church wasn't much of an obstacle.

It was, once he was inside however. He figured out he would have to climb up regardless since he ended up in the mausoleum. "How the hell?" he muttered to himself. Batman was slightly annoyed. But he kept moving regardless.

It didn't matter in the end. Bruce knew he had to make his way up. His son was up there, and he had to get to him, now.

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"Everything?" Robin perked up. "How can one person control everything?"

Her eyes shifted to the former hero. "It's simple really. You let them all believe that they have control over themselves, their lives, that they have power and free will. Give them a government, let them believe they have control over who gets into power by letting them vote. All a facade. Humans are weak minded creatures and they are easy to control. Even your former friends. The so called Heroes of Justice. All of them are mere instruments in my game."

"Your game?"

"Of course, who do you really think funds them?"

"Funds them?" This didn't make any sense, Robin was perplexed. He may not consider himself a hero now, but still... he knew that Bruce and many others funded each other when they could, along with any equipment needed for the Justice League overall.

"War, we create war. One war after another. It keeps the money flowing as you would say. Also Keeps peoples thoughts and eyes as far from us as we can. But people need to also feel secure. The justice League works for me, in their own little way. Just think Robin, at one point, you were actually one of mine. Shame you decided to leave."

Something clicked then that didn't make sense awhile ago. When Madeline came looking for Sariel and the Legacy and supposedly him as well. It was all nonsense before, but now... it seemed like they wanted him back on their side, go back to being a hero, back to being a blind fool. But there was more to it, why just create war. One after another? Sure it makes money but... But then again money was control and control is power. But why, at the end of it all, why? What was the end game here?

"I fund them all you see, while your old mentor is able to fund his own expeditions and to help the Justice League in their times of need. Who do you think helps all other others? The world needs its heroes. It needs it's light to face off the darkness. Or so the world thinks, because that is what they want. In reality the Justice League creates the very villains they fight against, and the amount of damage they create is extensive. In truth, they are nothing more than terrorists in capes. But all with purpose." She smiled then. "All of them are just another bullet in a gun, just waiting to be used. Another tool to get the job done."

Aurora raised her hand above her head as if to display her point and give it more validation. "A complete and entire system of hero's built entirely to make sure this pathetic population feels safe and secure."

Robin interjected. "So you can do your work on the side."

She smiled then. "exactly."

"What lengths have you gone to, to keep yourself in the shadows..." It was Sariel this time.

"Fuckers." Gus the third time.

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"Find anything?"

Asif shrugged. "Nothing. Either he's already here, inside the church, or he's not around this area."

"Which I doubt." Slade knew the Batman well enough, having had a few meetings with the cape in the past. While he usually kept his distance from Gotham and it's notorious villains and it's Caped Crusader, he unfortunately had to deal with the Bat on a few occasions. "He's here, somewhere. The Bat is at times, to smart for his own good. And far to meddlesome."

Slade's eye watched the young man. "Keep looking."

Asif merely nodded.

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Coffins, coffins, and even more coffins. This place was massive and so far there wasn't a way upstairs. Which was impossible, the place was up kept, and there was signs scattered about the place, possible to mark certain notable coffins for the tourists that would eventually make their way through here each day.

Therefore, there had to be a staircase that lead to the upper floors. What he did not expect was the large bang that came from the level above. The ceiling rattled as the building shifted.

Something had happened, and he needed to get upstairs, now.

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Anyways I'm sorry it's super short...but yea. I'll be back in about a week with another chapter! In the meantime, PLS PLS give me a review! Give me some love and I will give you cake and cookies!

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