Teen Titans – Renegade's Last Resort; Finding Pandora = Hope
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Chapter 21: Back Up – Hit Me!
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Warning for physical and mental abuse, talks of suicide and homicide and maniacal breakdowns. Shock tasers, tears and prophetic dreams.
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Dick was seeming smaller with the last hurt. The hours passed as his sleep took him. Like a kid at nap time or time out, Slade allowed that. Watching his little expensive experiment he waited. Slade was not patient but he was crafting strict on time. He made things work, for him.
Dick was in his world as he soon saw a tray upon opening his eyes. The face if a robot had him blankly stare at it with a sniff. The food wasn't made for people. Left overs.
Slade's supper.
A chicken bone and a couple of spoonfuls of long grain rice.
The grease was still room temperature as Dick spat into the plate, kicking it across the floor with his foot. He looked down to see that his clothing –
He started to redden. Stroking the robot with his fists, he was this close until it side stepped. "Get out…out!" He wailed before pulling up his under pants. "Fuck…no…not…" He couldn't stop it. He tugged but as he did, the nausea got worse. He vomited by his side, the body dizzy as he passed out.
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He woke again, this time on a medical cot. An i.v as promised was jabbed into his arm. Eyes red and near closed and puffy, the person to his side was wiping up sweat. Slade had the mask on, his robot holding a metal tray as the boy's vein was prepped. Dick snarled and rolled up, he rolled to nearly fall out of the seat until he was yanked flat.
"Calm. Down."
"D- don- Don't t – t – touch me!"
Slade slapped his face hard, as Dick's anxiety went quietly. His whole body shoot as Slade returned to the stomach meds. "You didn't seem to do this before. Strike me. Do it again."
Dick pursed his lip before turning his head as the saline solution helped and harmed his concentration with a hiss "You've been asleep a whole day. Your stomach nearly shouted for food. Time shut it up." His voice clipped, devoid of much emotional sympathy.
"Your punishment won't be over until I say you've earned that much."
Dick stared at the man's big hand as he clutched it, still twisted up as his mouth dropped. Head shaking Slade pulled back, wrenching the boy to let go. "Don-
"I'll be back to check on your state once you are calm."
Dick kept shaking his head. No. No, if he …
"Did you want me to keep my promises, Richard?" A tilt of the mask put a shadow over the question.
Would he, was that question.
Dick stopped his head from shaking back and forth, Slade; seeing that the blackmail was still the kid's moral license, it both irked and pleased him. The Titans were his little ball and chain. Good. The kid saw a reason to sit still.
"Then, see you in a couple of hours…rest. That's a direct order." He warned softly.
Dick tossed his head into the one pillow he'd been provided by that same set if words, as if a kid not going to bed on a school night. Slade would shut off the lights but not bother to tuck him in. With his body positioned onto its side, pants back in place, he still felt very exposed to a man who could command so much worse of his character.
Dick crunched his brows and tried to shut his eyes as the iron door to the infirmary slid shut. The lights went low, but never left his body. He was a science experiment, and Slade…
The man who would be watching every twitch as he slept on like this. On a metal cot, ready to be drugged back and cut open. Exposed to the enemy's one cold eye.
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( So, you'll see a few stages in this. Dick starts to become, unsound and even Stockholm syndrome occurs, but he breaks free later. Will not spoil it.)
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Raven jolted from her bed and ran to the sink in the next hall. She was in the first guest room that Wayne could lay out fir she and Starfire who refused to not go to Central by the next morning.
They were fighting a different enemy. One sentience beyond sadism. It was…an ulterior drive to …
Do what? Take over the minds of those dumb enough to "wish?" Desire was of emotion. Magic. How could technology do something that conflicting to….
Alien was indeed ancient as Raven thought of ESP and the likelihood that this was no joke from Batman's earlier call.
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"They are here, we pulled em from the pier….I'm sorry, there was no way we could find the culprit. Whatever escape he used, caved in on us. My men could have been crushed. These officers in Gotham even sent word out to the other islands in case…I know, Bruce. Yeah. They are in your carr. Okay."
Raven was seated in the commissioner's office as Kori held herself and had a towel still around her shoulders. Ahe looked to be catching a cold as someone came to hand the two cups of hot tea. We, Raven accepted both to be polite. "Mr. Gordon…is there no true way to discover is Slade is still about the town?"
"Bruce us on his way back. He just got through the city limits and is going to take you two back to the manor."
Raven left her cup to wonder aloud, "He has never once wanted us for this case; Slade left the nanobots in our old to be sure we wouldn't have the opportunity, yet he let us go. Un-hurt."
"It's not anyone's place ta know. Only B and I are aware of what you kids have been through. I told Bullock to cool it. He is a good cop, but flat out judgmental to newcomers."
"The Batman then, he is…kind? He will bring us to his abode?" Kori sniffled. "I wish to thank you for not shooting. We mean no harm…"
"I know. Dick is a good kid, a little nosy but…he did a lot of good for this city."
"And he will again, once we are sure that Slade faces justice." Raven sipped her tea and muttered. Kori did the same, most burning her tongue in the process.
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Now, in Bruce's home, they were guests being watched from the boss man's orders. She didn't dare to escape through that door and look to see if the bat was up, but…
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She found that Bruve was nearest to a clock in the hall as was one other floating individual. As fast forwarded as it was, she followed the two. The cave was something she'd not expected as the steps were upgraded a long time ago to an elevator for faster access. The stairs would be elsewhere in this castle like dwelling.
"Are you not certain that….there us another way?"
"Starfire, Kori, right?"
Raven stayed back as Bruce Wayne was in his night robes and sleep wear. He was heading to the cave when she'd in fact let him in. He, the same.
"Dick's file. You're welcome to look through it."
Wait!
"Wait, Starfire." Raven popped out as Bruce sleepily turned his head. "This fine, you don't have to worry."
"Why? You lead my teammate to the cave. Is there any reason other than being worried fir her that wouldn't be –
"IT is fine." Bruve dropped his tone as Starfire gasped at an old photo of Dick's performance as a Flying Grayson.
"Oh! He is the so – cute! I cannot believe he was your…well, you were the one to adopt him into your home. Correct?"
"Well, did he tell you the story of why, as friends?" Bruce tapped away to open a few clips. Starfire's eyes lit up. "There us one. .of…why are you not in many of these?"
"It was a lesson in humility. He wasn't very good at staying out of the limelight." Bruve quirked a smile at those years. "Right now, Jason has to stay away from that sort of danger. It isn't his strong suit."
"He'd just detest you. Like Robin probably did fir being shut out of the case over his parents' murder." Raven crossed her arms as Bruce sighed. "Figured that out? Are you not the detective, yourselves…"
He slumped down into his seat, head in hand as he tapped on to the keys. He was usually clean shaven yet stubble was threatening to return. "You need more rest than we do." Raven saw how his pain was always a partial mask. "Don't try to entertain us. You want Robin back as much as anything. Why try…to hide this and now? Why show us?"
"I needed you to understand how fragile this case has become. Lives will be lost, and facing this man will get you killed. Something he'd hate me for if it did occur that way."
"What then is this project of the box from ancient mythology?" Kori wondered over his shoulder. "Why is it so very dangerous to open?"
"OPENING the program inside is activated through mind – set link of human "desire" or conscious want. Fear. It doesn't just function to take that, yet the nature is to absorb that sort of life force in humans and to give itself a living shape. A take over is similar. Amanda may be onto that, that the box was never meant to be found and replicated."
"Wait…it was already activated? By whom?" Raven explained.
"Slade is a dictator of a person, a strategist with a drive to control anything he touches. In short, a soldier." Bruce told the empath and princess. "My only scare is what he's going to do with my…ward –
"Son."
Bruce looked up at Raven.
"You see him as nothing like that. I know you're going to hold back to protect him…he…he needs to hear you call him a "son."
"He doesn't want that. It means he'll lose someone he cared about more than me."
"Raven…Galore was never a father." Starfire explained. "I have told you of what…who it was that raised my sister and I when we were small. You are the second person to know besides Cyborg. Robin, did not wish to ask."
"He does want the title, even when I told him it could happen. He refused. So, a ward he remains to this day."
"That, is…" Raven shook her head. "Something he would do."
"He's a proud person. I know." Bruce rubbed his stubble as the screen slipped over a file about three months ago.
"Alfred raised me when I was left all alone. My parents were shot and the culprit, never found. I don't want Dick to remember when I had to tell him not to be Robin –
"You stole that from him??"
"Why would you so something, so cruel, Mr. B?" Kori gasped along, as Raven frowned at the entire idea.
"He was shot at by one of my worst enemies, and it would have benched him for much longer had he not…you don't need to know –
"We do. Because , we're here to listen." Raven crossed her arms. "Tell us more. About the old Batman and Robin." She demanded.
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Central was down south and the air was hotter than hot.
That next morning, Cy got out of his room and scoped out the kitchen. A note was on the table since he'd sneaked in that night with his dad holding him together. After that spell, they swore to go farther to protect the last key, the very last orb.
His father's note was a loose-leaf page that meant he'd started his shift at the crack of dawn on a Friday.
~ Gone to the office for an early call with boss. There are meals prepped from the night before because I knew you'd want lasagna tonight. Tell your teammates they are welcomed to stay but there won't be too many rooms available. This is traveling side – home, so the other house is a few miles in the next town. Be sure to if you do need my help, to send a message right to the office I work for. Carol will pick up. Tell her you are looking for Professor Silas. Glad to have you home, Vic. See you tonight after six.~
It was long and gushy. Cy crinkled his nose as he put the note down, before scanning it to take in case there was evidence required. "Sounds more like how he used to be…" Sighing, the teen pulled out his arm to get in touch with the others who were on their way.
Bb was with one other teen in this city, and they'd been exclusively to this case. Superman was off today as he'd pretended to be "hurt" as Clark, by a falling piece of rock to his boss at the Planet. Bruce was cut loose to do as he pleased, but he'd not let the girls go. He told them that Jason and Alfred were not safe and after a fight, they had relented. Staying put, they'd get going once something had Raven zap them across the country.
She wanted to keep Jason unaware of most of who was in the wrong or the news Waller had divulged to the teams.
"A creature that may assimilate…other beings within itself. It's not uncommon in our quadrant to find such beings that would wish such a circumstantial change to occur on this planet. Correct?" Kori whispered to Raven as they stated with Al in the kitchen.
Alfred felt a bit better, so he switched on the kitchen take as the news showed Metropolis after the ordeal. The report was done by Lois Lane as she headed her way over to question why Lex had been spotted doing illegal activities in the underground candid forums.
Raven cocked a brow, thinking it risky as Al swapped the channel to Gotham's daytime news network. Vickie Vale made the working of this week no better.
~ Talks of the very threats we've had to fear have not shown up, yet also. Where is the batman? In other news, a new chief of development in this city has been elected. Wade Duarte. ~
( Lafarge; Slade had a half brother in the comics.)
"Hold on a tic." Alfred had them watch as hopefully , Jason was busy with his homework upstairs.
~ Yes, the building up of Gotham'sake infrastructure was a decision by the city over a month into the process. We are attempting to reconstruct old landmarks to appeal to those who might want to stake the idea of revitalizing the city. The project will be funded through grants collected and generous donations by the wealthy of Gotham that I hope have the heart to care about everyone. Young , old and those without. We also want to see about community garden centers in the future, building new homes by "homes for the dreamers" as a foundation I support.~
,"It won't take." Alfred crossed his arms, and to that even Starfire was confused by the reaction. "Why wpild such a kind and generous proposal not be very good for the city, Mr. Penny's worth?"
He crushed his lip at her misspelling, yet explained a portion of his thoughts. "Gotham's corruption has made the soil unlivable to many crops. The donors wouldn't dip their fingers into such a thing if that were not…"
Alfred blinked, goin for the home line as he began to dial.
Was Bruce going after a lead, or did he know about this new plan? And who in the world..
Was that suave, blonde with the city eating out of HIS palm??
Slade needed to be in with the city council. If he got his way, more little miracles by the orb would do as his wealth had to bring him such good fortune through his earlier contracts.
Returning via limo to the place he'd dragged Dick along to; a manor to rest, to bring him back. He was in the downstairs gym, blowing off steam when Slade returned and took out the fake eye, the make up and the false hair was given a tug up. Blonde was how he used to be. He was picture white now, and restless to get the ball rolling.
Dick was using a punching back with more force that Wayne, which Slade had trouble unlocking that same potential in a real fight. However, Dick did hit back at him, and it should have been enough.
"Wayne didn't show up today, apprentice." Slade slunk his jacket over a bench and uncorked his tie. "Have you been in here long?"
"The, robots….make me take timed breaks." Dick pulled back to wipe his brow. "You made them sit me, I don't like it."
"You concerns are understood, yet you recall that you tried to stab me in the kitchen the other day. With a chef's knife."
"Your hand got in the way, sir."
Slade hummed as that answe, knowing better than to expect Duck to trust what he had done to recover that killer's internet. "At least the lesson stays, and if you finish me off? You're no better than your master."
Dick seethed as he hit the damned thing in his face then kicked woth a furious biting cry.
"You're done. It's time to prepare lunch." Slade got up, watching the kid pant and wipe himself with the towel slung round his neck.
"Apprentice." Slade commanded. "Wash up and come find me. You'll be making up for your attitude with the preparation of a salad today."
No knives.
Fine.
Dick grabbed a water bottle and stormed off to the showers to wipe off the humiliation.
All below, the orb in his mind was thrumming as a heartbeat in tune with his breadths.
~ I want him out if my life. I want him gone.~
The orb hummed to life as Dick clutched the wall, making Slade eye him funnily with a tilt of his unmasked skull. "Go shower, your room is close by." He said.
Dick nodded, his brow still hot, but not from the workout. Something wasn't right after he'd left the haunt in a daze. Slade had literally raped him to turn him into someone else he could have called a "killer."
Every chance now, Dick had made sneaky remarks or thrown in accidentally chipping off the man's pinkie over a basket of apples.
Well. It was no real accident.
A part of him was do or die. If Slade didn't suffer, he couldn't go look for the control and get to…
The Titans.
He put a hand to his forehead and eventually found the door to the bathroom upstairs. Down the hall was his new room, though h it didn't look new at all. It looked, like it had belonged to another boy. Another apprentice, maybe?
Dick ignored the eighties vibe if his new sleeping quarters and stripped off the tank top and sweatpants he'd been gifted to blow off some bad mojo. He'd even imagined Slade's face being a part of the punching bag routine.
The treadmill was no ray of happiness as he'd imagined running from the murder bots. The older models had replaced Will as he'd not seen head not hide of the British butler, once.
Dick had prepped meals, done his own laundry and had cleaned up his own messes while Slade did the same, sometimes making Dick do the dishes or dust the den as punishment. Or mop and sweep. Like a real apprentice from medieval times.
The man's grip never lingered as before. As if he thought the distance benefitted someone other than the boy he had brutally taken. Dock tensed as his hands went to his rib. It was healed, yet it still hurt at times.
The flat roll if dirt as he kicked like a child on the floor of the main room. The screens bathed them both in an eerie glow while he wriggled as a worm beneath the man's massive knees.
His breath hitched as he felt himself lower. His hip, the grasp there made his hands shake again as it went to his one globe. The boy's eyes going wide before he came to his knees and wailed out.
The spray did stay hot, only to rinse off his tears before he was summoned. He walked out of the stall to see a pair of jeans a button down shirt and an undertow as well as a pair of socks.
This was not Gotham. They'd gone further south yet the weather wasn't warm enough to wear shorts in.
He saw that the top was red like his old uniform. The button down and the pants were black though. He didn't look like Robin, but Slade's little apprentice the socks were not too thick, yet he saw slippers right beside.
Shoes were not allowed in the house as Dick saw the briefs tucked beneath the pants and a flashback of the rape had him nearly drop them.
They never… tore. Did that always happen?
Tear. His poor ass had healed but that's why he was afraid. Would Slade do that again once it was, completely?
His brow sweat as the nausea flashed, the toilet in sight as the kid puked into it on cue.
The mess wasn't a whole lot, yet Slade was going to notice he'd been neglecting his health. He could tell with how that man looked him over on the halls.
Meals were fuel, and if Dick was trying to die a slow and painful death, he was never going to make it through to tonight. Dick hung his head with cough as he wiped his jaw and went to Bruce his teeth, flushing and looking for a cleaner strong enough to get rid of any evidence.
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Dressed, addressed and on his way downstairs, a Slade bot w was spotted dusting away in the den. Another was doing a few checks of the room with a vacuum.
Dick frowned, thinking that what was going on seemed to OCD for one person.
Or, they had company coming over, as Dick tried to remain calmer. Guest meant S.O.S.
But…if he said, protégé, they'd call him crazy, or lucky!
No, he'd have to come up with another excuse to talk to their "guest" privately.
Slade was back in the face he'd donned upon his return. Above the dining room wall was an image of a white haired man with a goatee hunting a large animal from the Safari days…
Wait.
"What an…interesting, picture that is. Is it a painting of –
"My great grandfather. When he was a part of the military overseas. First world War, though it's hard to tell." Chuckled the lying con man.
At his table was a man with a large video camera and Vicky Vale.
Dick frowned; seeing one other face that might have gotten him happier than he'd ever been.
Poison Ivy in her more human skin. A clip board and pen resided by her seat.
"Ah, Roland." Dick blinked as he wondered who…
Oh, that was him.
"Your son isn't staying with you any longer, Mr. Duarte." Vickie quizzed the other grown adult here. Pam had her specs reared higher as Dick could have sworn that she'd recognized him. Isley was a genuine genius. The kind that didn't try to interact like Vale or throw on a look like Wayne at party after party. She played the wallflower, only showing her true colors when…
The new deal.
Dick had seen Slade's little eventual swap to this man. It was inevitable as he'd be called Roland while staying in Goth-
No, Haven. Dick frowned. This was a charity case where Slade was from Gotham or something but lived in Blud.
What a show off, as Dick took his seat beside the camera guy.
"This estate has been with me since he decided to build it in memory of what the city once was."
He went on about his fake identity in thus fake mansion with the more so than fake looks that each gave the other. Dick tried to eat his salad in piece once he'd avoided cutting his finger over an apple to be excused. If Ivy was here, in way, so was Bruce through Vicky.
As he recalled, Ivy last he'd left had been in rehab and was eventually let go on great behavior. Her job as a scribbler beside the bubbly reporter had to be no coincidence that Bruce had eyes everywhere like Slade had robots.
Which…they were absent, he'd also noticed.
"Is this your son? I didn't notice, with how few photographs you have…" Ivy broke the chatter with a peek over the brim of her glasses, as Slade let his attention to Dick, then to her. "My nephew, actually. This was a bad time with his parents' work so I took along the responsibility. We've been getting along just fine, and he even had some suggestions to the revitalization plans ; one regarding the local park systems. Isn't that right, Roland?" ( Like Desmond.)
"I'm working towards my degree in law so…yeah." Dick moved a tomato on his plate as it threatened to roll off and onto the tablecloth. Slade would have him scrub that in a wash basin out back if he dirtied anything important.
Dirty, he shrugged while Ivy hopefully saw no connection to his traumas.
She after all, had in with her bestie, Harleen Quinzel who'd saved her ass out of Arkham with a few ink blot tests.
If the Joker was AWOL, that was never to last. "I mean, I wanted to go into law, but it's not like my grades are that "good."
"Nonsense! You're a lucky kid, having such an influential man to guide –
"I'm not that close…I'm usually, doing a lot more with my courses. I mean! We…we do bond, but, it's all new to me."
Slade put down his fork with a heavy clatter as Ivy let her ears listen while, Vickie cleared her throat and brought the recorder back to Mr. Duarte. "Ah, nothing to see, all family has their kids leave the nest –
"Like that family, Wayne's in Gotham-
"Kitchen." Slade put his hand down. "If you'll excuse us just a moment, Mr. Vale."
She waited a few minutes as the interview didn't end.
"Here." The man returned. Having sent Duck to his room through the back hall entrance to the stairs. "He's in his room, pouring. Teens, am I wrong? His parents were always married to their work and he's had trouble adjusting. It's necessary that he needed to cool down. And, his ideas. I could tell you his wanted to see about …."
Lies, all lies as Vicky stomached the look in that boy's unnatural hazel lens.
Isley kept her calm as she asked to be escorted to the rest room.
Slade just pointed down the hall as she took her time. Finding the stairs and a robot without Slade's logo on it cleaning the drapes.
Her eyes stayed sharp as she recalled her talk with the person having them be here today.
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~ I'm working with her? What if she tries to go all who- anti-
~ I'm just as worried. Mr. Wayne did a lot to help me get this position and the least I can do is see to the peace from a safe distance. I'm wearing an inhibitor cuff.~ Ivy had out and told her as Wayne nodded, showing them his son and then Renegade.
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"It's him." She clicked her tongue, seeing the kid move gingerly about down the upstairs banister to his room. A robot was behind, guiding with a hand and a brief pause.
She went to the toilet and pulled a second to see if there were any cameras. There were two, which she went, peed and washed up. ( I am a woman, get over it.)
Golden seats of destruction, that lid was a princess in his tower…she knew the feeling once upon a fairytale.
She'd talk Vicky into the call since they both knew the bat's identity and swore it to the grave for peace in this city. She left the room to find her seat again and Vicky asking "Wade" where he planned to go after the renovations of the new art and wire works center were done.
"Is come along to the point that we can open at the first week ; April, the same week before, is my nephew's birthday so I'm hoping to have it match the time line as a gift for his family."
"What about the green spaces? In your last interview, that was at the top of your to – do list, was it not?" Pam rose to the occasion as Wade nodded, smiling as he leaned over to see to robots without those faces, taking their plates and cutlery away.
"State of the art, indeed." Pam muttered as she looked back to see a brunette blur. It wasn't untrue, and Vicky looked pale just trying to end the session while she felt trapped under the master's gaze. This house, everything screamed 'trap.'
"As for a tour, I must see to my nephew before he sneaks out the window on us. Not a first, he did it every other summer around his grandparents when this all belonged to them."
"Funny, though not pull away from your fond memories Mr. Duarte, yet you took me as a southern man. By the majority of this place, the décor had the same historic feel. Was he a collector –
"Actually, my great grandparents moved for a time down south, then later made it back to Gotham. So, yes." Nodded the older male. "This house has more history than you can think to print in your gazette this Thursday."
At the exit, Vicky made one more passing remark as the camera crew packed, while Pam jotted down some notes for her other partner. Harley would never know how to slink through those walls, yet it could be a success if they unmasked the man working to take over various factories in the area, converting them into plants for what Bruce claimed was "unremarkable yet catastrophic."
She didn't like the sound of it, and neither did Vicky as the man tried to pass a bit of praise to her behavior earlier for being so, direct.
In the car, Vicky washed away the gross old man vibes with a few pieces of mint gum as the two woman and camera crew, Gus, all sat silently. The silence was beaten as Detective Bennett ( he's not clay face in this) took off the costume and went through the tape.
"There, see?"
"Those robots are the same model as the ones in Jump. I can guarantee this man will be behind bars if we –
"Not so fast, Bennie." Vicky waited as sge spay out the wad into a handkerchief. "That boy, we are here fir him and for Bruce to do the rest of that dirty deed. We'll get our chance, soon. Minus our careers if Slade, if that's who he is…"
"It is. The robot was watching the kid, I know him. Always have." Pam vouched. "Robin is here, and we have to break him out."
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So, they are as follows:
Bruce is in or on his way to Central to stop whatever is coming after the last key and orb.
Cy's dad will end up axed and I van explain later in next chapters
Dick is psychically linked to Slade's stolen orb while he's been trying to distance himself from the fact that he really does want Slade to suffer. Yet he feels like that isn't him thinking it, but something else guiding him.
Wade Dufarge in this is used as Wade Duarte as a cover. Dick barely found out as this is set a few weeks after his leave from the haunt in Gotham. They are now in Blud and Batman is still keeping an eye out.
Jason is being watched by Raven and Starfire while they work with the GCPD to shut down Slade's "revitalization" experiment, which could be a cover for developing more terminator bots and duplicating the orbs power.
Clark is laying low in Metropolis while Lois and Jimmy cover for him being out sock to let the man investigate as Superman.
Raven sees visions from time to time, so pay close attention.
Starfire disagrees with how Bruce is being so unclear about his feelings, though that soft part came out in the cave. That was when they said they'd stay in Gotham to keep things safe for Alf and Jason. But at the drop if a hat, they'd be anywhere else to save their other teammates through Raven's teleportation ability.
Dick is trying to use "sass" to alert the reporters that he's still fighting back. What will happen if Bruce brings a legal team to his enemy's front door?? For child abuse and neglect?? And trafficking at this point?? Hold your horses, B!
Bb and Star still have more dire conditions from the probes than Raven or Cyborg.
Will the Titans, Pam and even Harley come to the rescue? Or. Am I just a very bad fan girl? Oh, and Slade is from Kentucky in the comics I read; hence, why Pam says "southern." Super liberal talk.
Find out!