Still be updating this mostly on A03, I may even stop uploading here. So please move on to over there. I still go by Fangy and the story name is the same.
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Teleportation spell? No... But perhaps? One way or another however Slade was back out in the hallway while his apprentice was locked up in that room. The mastermind went to grasp the handle only for the doors to be sealed shut. Even with all his strength he couldn't budge the doors. He would have to find another way in. But that ordeal would apparently be side tracked for the moment as he just nearly dodged Superman's fist. The villain narrowed his singular eye at the Kryptonian. He really didn't have time for this.
"Where's Richard!?"
The mastermind nearly let out a sigh. Of course he had seen the boy and of course the man of steel would recognize him without the mask. "I haven't the faintest idea." Which was a statement that wasn't to far from the truth. Slade hadn't even had much of a chance to figure out how to get to Robin. For all he knew the boy was also teleported to a different location. And while Slade knew the boy could take care of himself, he couldn't help but worry just a little bit for his young apprentice.
"Deathstroke I'm not playing around." The man of steel made quite the entry and had broke though one of the windows causing glass to litter the floor making it now a difficult area to walk in. "Neither am I." Slade looked to the hero, his posture indicated that he was in control. But in his mind Slade knew he couldn't win a fight with the man of steel with only a gun and a few bullets, especially without his gear or any kyptonite... well it wouldn't really be a fight worth fighting. He'd have to play this another way.
"Where is he Slade!? He's been missing for months now and if Batman knows it's you-"
Oh this was delightful, it seems the Bat didn't tell anyone of their encounter in Berlin. Slade smirked at the red caped wonder. "He didn't tell you did he? Although I suppose that is where Richard does get it from, thinking he can take on the world by himself. Keeping secrets..." Oh now he had the hero thinking. "Maybe you should ask him yourself? Ask him what Richard did in Berlin."
Slade smirked as he saw the hero process what he was saying and possibly coming up with... well nothing. Only perhaps now the need to call the Batman into action. Superman would question the cape crusader and find his answer, one he would undoubtedly not like. The mastermind turned to walk away when the superhero called out. "Slade."
The man kept walking. "You came to help those in need correct? There is still some survivors. Perhaps make yourself useful and save some lives instead of questioning me."
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"You nearly did not make it on time."
"But I'm here right?"
Ksenia rolled her eyes. "Two trucks should be fine, you can make yourself at home in either one of them." Asif crossed his arms and look at the woman as she began to place her things on the seat of a motorbike. "How are you getting there?" The woman cracked a smile at him and nearly laughed. "The best way, I will be going head of the trucks."
"Take me with you, I can ride on the back, cover you if we get into any trouble."
The woman shrugged. "Suit yourself." The blonde hopped on the bike and revved up the engine. Putting on her helmet she then tossed a spare to Asif. "Get on then." He placed his own helmet on without question and soon enough the two where out on the road.
"How long!?" he bellowed over the wind.
"Not to long, 30 minute drive. At this time of night probably less."
Asif looked to road ahead of him. It wouldn't be long then before he was back entangled up in all of this mess. But he knew that he and Robin had to clean it all up, for Sariel's sake at the very least.
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Superman watched as the mercenary walked away. He hated to admit it, but the man was right. He couldn't just stop what he was doing, he had people that were still alive in this building, people he could save. He swore however that Slade had pushed Richard into this room. And even the man acknowledging that the boy was with him... but suddenly wasn't.
Clark pushed the door open to find a dark empty large room, possibly used for meetings or conferences. There was nothing and no one in the space. The hero frowned. Where did he go?
The fact that Richard had slipped through his finger's made his heart sink. He would have to ask Bruce what was going on. Deathstroke was many things, but when he tried to manipulate the situation for his own benefit... well there was always a bit of truth to what the villain said. Superman instead scanned his surroundings and took note of who he could save. He would let the mercenary walk free, for now. After doing so he was going to have to have a word with the Batman. Bruce should know that his son was here, Richard is alive and that he was with Deathstroke. Probably because the man held something over the poor boys head. The Justice League would have to come together and they would have to make a plan to rescue him. The boy was missing no longer. And maybe, just maybe they would be able to bring Deathstroke the Terminator to justice.
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Finding Richard was top priority now. That room was sealed to him but as he walked away he saw Superman easily open the door to find nothing. Perhaps the door was sealed to him because he was transported away from that specific plane of existence where Robin now is. So the seal wasn't exactly locking him away from the room itself, just the plane of reality they all occupied in that moment. Which would be the reason why Superman found it so easy to access the room to find nothing.
As his apprentice would say, "This was getting weird." The thought popped up in his mind as it was spoken by Robin himself. Slade brushed the thought away. While the mercenary himself didn't know to much revolving around the world of the occult he had been to hell and back. Quite literally. And because of these interactions he was seemingly able to pin point out a demon, as was Robin.
Maybe that is where he should start.
"Now how does one find a demon?"
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The room was black as night with the exception of the light coming from the door behind him. It was closed but one could see its silhouette. Robin tried to adjust his eyes to the dark but the more he did so the more he found it difficult to spot anything in at all. He noticed he began to slightly panic but he settled himself down. He reminded himself to remain calm and collected, and with a deep breath he wrangled his fear into place.
He took a deep breath then...
One step.
Then another.
Then another.
Then there was another...
If Robin didn't have control over his body so well in that moment his breathing would of hitched. The last step was not his. He hadn't moved. He scowled at the general area where he heard the footsteps. Someone was making their way over to him.
"Who are you?"
The footsteps stopped, it seemed like whoever it was didn't intend to come any closer, for now that is.
"You know me."
"Huh, I'm sure I don't." Dread began to fill the former hero. The voice gave a giggle and he began to doubt his words. The voice sounded so familiar, as if he only heard it yesterday.
"I'm sure you do."
It couldn't be... it couldn't.
She was dead.
Dead. It was a trick, she was dead.
"Did you miss me? Seem to be having all sorts of fun without me?"
Robin look around in the dark. He cursed himself for not having a flashlight on him. Something, anything would do at this moment. It couldn't be her. He felt disgusted then. Why were they mocking her in this way? Robin gritted his teeth. "I'll ask again, who are you?"
"Maybe I'll just show you. Make it easy right." Whoever it was had a flashlight of their own and when they turned it on it completely blinded him. He turned from the light, his hands shielding his face. But as his eyes adjusted he saw a familiar face.
"No..."
Slowly Robin turned to face her. He shook his head as he looked on at her form. It wasn't possible. He watched her die, he remembered as her blood dripped down his fingers and stained his hands, his arms, his clothes. How her blood pooled around her body. He remembered how Gus clung to her begging for her to get back up. Begging for her to be alive, for all of it be some kind of nightmare he could wake up from. He remembered his anger and his rage. The deaths, the killing, the sorrow and all the pain. He lost her that day. He lost Gus to. Aurora pulled the trigger on him and he to was gone. To much loss in one day. "No... how... how is this possible?"
She smiled softly at him. "Hey Robin."
"Sariel."
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Everyone was out, everyone was safe. Superman was able to get retrieve all of the hostages... the strange thing was that the soldiers didn't seem to care if he rescued anyone. There wasn't much of a fight other then some of the soldiers firing off a automatic weapon, as if to put on a show to make an appearance that they were at least putting in some kind of effort to stop him... but as anyone knew that really didn't do too much to cause him any harm.
It was almost as if they didn't care if he came to get them. Was this all some kind of set up? Something seemed off. Deathstroke was a known acquaintance of Luthor's but only on occasion. And Luthor himself was nowhere to be seen. The building being attacked by some outside force was the only logical conclusion. But if that was so, who were these people?
The real problem was that Robin was still in there somewhere, along with Deathstroke. It seemed it was time to make a call. What did Batman know? And if he knew that Robin was missing and with Slade then... why wasn't he out here trying to get Robin back? There was to many questions and not enough answers.
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-Fangy