"All inmates in room D go to the canteen."
Dick stiffened as the speaker's sudden voice rang out loudly and forced himself to relax. He heard his cell open with a metallic sound and slowly got out of bed, glancing at the other inmates.
The acrobat walked out of his cell and simply followed the mass of inmates in front of him, not knowing where the hell to go. He tried his best to ignore the disgusting noises made by the other inmates behind him but it was a more difficult task than he thought.
As he headed to the canteen, only then did he realize how hungry and thirsty he was. These were primary needs that Dick never had to satisfy in the last ten/eleven years or so thanks to his condition as a Talon and he had completely forgotten about these sensations that he could only experience in his first seven years of life.
The only reasons he ate regularly were both to feel more human and because the food and drink in general were extraordinarily good.
Luckily the electrum didn't take away my sense of taste.
At that moment, however, Dick would have given anything to take off that damned inhibitor collar and be 100% himself again: that is, being Talon.
The young assassin noticed that at a certain point he had reached the canteen and that the prisoners in front of him had divided into a double row, so he placed himself in one of the two. At first everything seemed to be going well with no pain in the ass in the first few minutes of waiting but obviously everything went to pieces when suddenly he felt a hand slap his ass, followed by dirty and disgusting giggles, reminding him that he was in the worst hell of the Earth.
Renegade whirled around and narrowed his eyes at the man who had groped him, making mental note of his physical appearance so that he would deal with him later. The man gave him a dirty smile. "Turn around so I can touch your ass, bitch."
Gritting his teeth furiously the mercenary turned so that he wouldn't have his back completely turned to the fucking rapist/pedophile and mentally sneered at his look of disappointment and frustration.
Why do I have the clear feeling that all the inmates of this hell are at the very least rapists and pedophiles? Ugh, they are among the human scum that I hate the most with all my heart.
The seventeen-year-old performed the breathing techniques Slade had taught him -the thought of his father and the rest of his extended family gave him a painful pang in his chest that he forced himself to ignore- in an attempt to remain calm despite the noises and the disgusting insults from the men behind him.
Calm down, Dick. You have to stay calm. Don't make a scene. Or at least not now. The sooner you feed yourself and regain some energy, the sooner you can take revenge on these scum. Damn, I really miss being a Talon and always being at 100% of my form.
When he got out of this hell, when and not if, someone should give Dick the award for having the best self-control in the world because he managed to ignore the most disgusting sexual provocations he had ever felt for more than fifteen minutes. Eventually he was finally able to take the tray and hold it out towards the chef who ironically looked a lot like Chef Hatchet from Total Drama, one of his all-time favorite cartoons.
He somehow managed to avoid grimacing when the chef served him on a plastic plate… food that Dick honestly couldn't figure out what the hell it was. He waited for the big man to also give him a plastic cup full of water before thanking him because, no matter that he was in a living hell and that the man had probably served him a disgusting dish, Mary and John Grayson's lessons -and vaguely also Wintergreen's- on always being courteous were deeply rooted in him.
The antihero mentally chuckled at the rapid change in expression of the big man -who he began to silently call Chef in honor of the cartoon character- whose gaze went from the perpetual frown and grumpy to one of genuine surprise. Surely Chef has never received a thank you from the worst scum in the world and the thought made him a little sad.
Although it looked as if his food had moved a little.
Apparently he is literally Chef from Total Drama who cooks and serves the campers, in this case inmates, food that moves.
Dick mentally shrugged as he walked away from the cafeteria counter.
He had seen far worse and unreal things.
Renegade stopped in the middle of the canteen, still holding the tray, and cast a glance that wandered throughout the room in search of a table that was free.
For obvious reasons he didn't want to be anywhere near the worst scum in the world.
Unfortunately none of the thirty tables that could seat at least ten people each -the most damned huge canteen he had ever seen- were free.
Maybe it's better this way.
Renegade slipped silently towards a corner of the mess hall, completely shrouded in shadows and hidden from the view of the inmates. He raised his right leg and placed the tray on top of his knee with perfect balance as he picked up the plastic fork to begin eating the food, his body's balance never wavering even though he was standing on his left leg alone.
One of the advantages of being a circus boy: having perpetually perfect body balance.
Dick grimaced slightly as he popped the first bite of food into his mouth but he knew that at that moment he didn't have the luxury of either complaining or being precious. Honestly the taste wasn't as bad as he would have thought from the look of the food but it was still one of the worst he had ever digested.
I'm not that surprised that they serve this kind of food to the worst scum of all humanity. Another punishment that they rightly receive, even if I would opt to torture and kill them.
As he stuffed more morsels into his mouth, he couldn't help but think and regret the cooking of Slade, Wintergreen, Adeline, Lois, Alfred, Martha Kent and others.
One of the first things I'll do once I get out of this hellhole is gorge myself on amazing Italian food.
It took him a few minutes to finish his food and he quickly drank the glass of water as well, letting out a quiet moan of pleasure at the wonderful sensation of cool water in his mouth.
Damn. I had forgotten how bad it felt to be dying of thirst. Another perk of being Talon.
All in all the meal helped quite a bit and improved his current body energies, although obviously they were nowhere near comparable to when he was 100% fit as Talon.
Once dinner was over, Renegade silently left the corner and the shadows that hid him from anyone's sight and walked towards the kitchen counter. In the meantime he discreetly looked around, noticing that there was an upper floor reachable from the stairs on the other side of the canteen and that above there were many guards keeping an eye on the inmates. In a few seconds he reached the canteen counter and placed the tray on it. The sudden light noise attracted Chef's attention and he whirled around, already ready to explode furiously but stopped when he saw the seventeen-year-old bringing the tray back to him.
Surely no other criminal has ever done such a thing.
"Thanks for the food." he added after hearing the voices of his biological parents -or at least what he remembered of them- and Wintergreen buzzing in his head, reminding him of good manners.
Chef stared at him for a few seconds as if he had grown two more heads -certainly from the big man's point of view it was like that since he has certainly never received thanks for bad food from the worst scum in existence- before letting out a grunt. "Yeah. Now go away, kid." he dismissed him with a contemptuous wave of his hand.
However, Renegade didn't miss the slight lift of a few inches of his upper lip and the way his brown eyes twinkled slightly and he smiled internally.
Chef reminded him of the first version of Slade he encountered: uncomfortable with feelings, tough-looking but whose heart shone with so much love and affection.
Obviously Chef should have behaved this way, otherwise the scum wouldn't have hesitated to put him down too.
Unperturbed by his behavior, the acrobat gave the large black man a smile and a nod. "See you, sir." he greeted him before walking away.
The antihero intended to return to his trusted corner, covered in shadows and invisible to everyone until he had to return to his cell. Unfortunately his plan went up in smoke when, while he was walking, 4 men crossed his path, positioning themselves in front of him.
Trouble ahead.
"You know Renegade, you've been here too long and you still haven't had a chance to have any proper fun."
The mercenary narrowed the white eyes of his mask. "I'm not interested, thanks. Now move." he growled, noting that one of them was the one who had the audacity to grope him and that he mentally called him Asshole.
Someone has a death wish.
"A little arrogant, don't you think?" another man chuckled in a menacing voice, nudging another man who nodded.
"Why don't we close his sewer with a nice cock in his mouth?"
Renegade suppressed the wave of disgust and nausea and cracked his neck menacingly, a cold smirk playing between his lips. "Like I did with that whore of your mother?"
To his surprise the man, instead of getting angry and trying to hit him, burst into laughter that sent pangs of unease throughout his body. "Too late. I already did it. I miss seeing her eyes full of horror, shock and disgust when I fucked her mouth and pussy along with my daughter's." he sighed as if he were recalling a fond memory instead of having just admitted to raping his own mother and daughter.
The other men laughed as if it were the funniest joke of the year and Dick unconsciously took a step back, every fiber of his being screaming with horror, nausea, disgust and revulsion like never before.
I shouldn't be surprised by such horrors and atrocities committed by this type of human scum but damn if they still catch me off guard. How can a human being capable of such atrocities and horrors will always be incomprehensible and beyond to me.
"Hey look, you scared the new guy!"
"Maybe he wants the same treatment you gave your mother and daughter, dude!" Asshole stated with a scornful chuckle.
It's time to do some cleaning.
Renegade darted forward and with a ferocious kick broke Asshole's neck and he fell to the ground with strangled noises. His death caused the other three men to scream in surprise and Renegade killed them all in less than 2 seconds with more punches and kicks that also broke their necks.
Renegade spat over their corpses. "Well done, you fucking depraved bastards."
The hairs on his arms stood on end as he suddenly realized an important fact.
Absolute silence had fallen.
Renegade slowly turned around and noticed how every single inmate was staring at him with looks that didn't bode well. His heart skipped a beat when, after what seemed like a silent conversation between the inmates, at least thirty of them rose from their seats and began surrounding him.
"We're going to have so much fun watching you cry while we fuck you until we fill every single inch of your body with cum."
"I reserve myself for his mouth!"
"Me too!"
"The three of us for his ass!"
"I'm going to enjoy breaking every single bone in his body while you fuck him."
"I'll join in too."
"I bet the bitch can suck cock better than his mother."
"I can't wait for his tongue to lick my asshole and my cock."
"Yeah, he's probably the best since he was trained by Deathstroke. If you know what I mean."
The comments sent such a powerful wave of revulsion and disgust through him that Dick almost vomited up the dinner he had just ingested. That last comment in particular unleashed a fierce, visceral rage in his chest, begging for release against all these mentally ill assholes.
I'm at a heavy numerical disadvantage, especially if the rest of the inmates later join in the brawl. I don't have my superhuman abilities. I don't have any weapons or my armor. I don't have my utility belt. The only thing I have are my fighting skills, my brain and physical abilities that are at the best imaginable of a peak human, like Bruce. The only advantage I have is that I have no reason to hold back against them.
A voice that suspiciously resembled Slade's whispered to him that he had no hope and that he had to, at least for this time, follow his instincts of self-conversation if he wanted to emerge as unscathed in every way from this hell.
In this case the risks he would have taken were decidedly greater than in other times.
But Dick was tired of playing defense.
If he wanted to teach these bastards a lesson he should have played on the offensive.
And heavily too.
Even though all these disadvantages and that the chances were not on his side at all, Renegade prepared himself in a fighting stance with a cold and dangerous smirk between his lips, his muscles rigid and tense to the maximum.
"I will enjoy killing each and every one of you, you pathetic human scum."