Author: imaninja41 PM
Justin Todd, Kyler Harper, Conan Kent, and Snow Jackson, my OC's are completely different from each other. When they all form a team on whim, only one thing is for sure: If they're the worlds finest teen heroes, we're all gonna die. Rated T for violence.Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Crime - Chapters: 61 - Words: 130,572 - Reviews: 126 - Favs: 20 - Follows: 14 - Updated: 09-07-12 - Published: 10-23-11 - Status: Complete - id: 7487529
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KIM'S POINT OF VIEW; IN THE BAT CAVE:
"TALIA DID WHAT TO MY BABY!" I roared, shoving the abused teenage boy up against the wall.
He trembled at the expression on my face, the fear of God in his eyes. "She ordered me to send Justine Todd into an alternate dimension where Jason Todd is a maniac who rules most of the world."
Damian suddenly stepped foreword, "Talia, she's been to this dimension herself?"
The boy nodded, turning to Damian with relief. "Many times, to secure a deal with that universes Jason Todd."
The boy's English was flawless, but the Russian accent was so easily detectible to both of us. I growled, putting one hand over his neck and squeezing harshly. "What deal?"
He thrashed in my hold, managing to choke out, "Talia would deliver Jason Todd an heir, in exchange for the promise that Justine would never leave his dimension."
I dropped the boy, and he grabbed his neck, gasping for breath. I turned to Damian, panting slightly, trying to calm down. "Damian, I am very sorry, but I'm going to have to kill your mother."
Damian rolled his eyes, "As if you could."
I allowed myself to smirk at Damian's conclusion. "You've never seen me trying."
I turned to go to hijack the bat mobile and go all the way to Russia to kill Talia Al Ghul when the boy suddenly spoke up, "I'm sorry."
I looked over my shoulder at him. He was an assassin, bred to kill, and to have no pity. "What?"
He looked up at me, his thin, dirty blonde hair hanging in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I did not wish to harm Justin Todd, I have the utmost respect and gratitude for her, and what she has done for me, for all of us. Talia was going to kill Dawn if I did not comply with her wishes."
"White Ghost's daughter?" Damian questioned.
The boy nodded. I raised an eyebrow, "What did Justin ever do for you?"
He look me straight in the eye, and without hesitation, he said, "She showed us what we could be."
Damian approached the boy, "Justin showed you that even though your elders told you differently, there was a better life out there. People who could help you, choices you could make, and overall, a better ending to your story."
The boy nodded, "Yes. All except people who would help us. Justin did it on her own no one helped her."
Damian laughed, "Plenty of people helped Justin-"
"But she was the one who started it off herself." I said, cutting Damian off, and giving him a look. If the thought of Justin being some kind of god helped these kids, then that was what they would believe. That Justin did this on her own, and they could to.
I turned to the bat plane, a smirk forming on my face, "Damian, stall them for as long as you can. This is just going to be me and Talia. Woman to woman."
Damian paused, then spoke, "If it helps build up rage that will be useful for the fight, Talia slept with Jason a long time ago."
My eyes widened, and then I growled, my hands curling into fists. "I'm going to kill that-"
"Yes, yes." Damian waved, "Have fun and do give her my regards."
Cold water rushed over me, and I sputtered, trying to lean away from the sudden waterfall, but merely putting strain on my stitches.
There was laughter, so I looked over my shoulder to see Jason standing there, empty bucket in his hands, that did not look clean at all. You know how, if you have a big outdoor dog, you sometimes just get this big bucket and fill it up to the brim, thinking it'll last the dog for weeks? Then you go outside about three, maybe four weeks later, and the bucket is absolutely disgusting? You know, with green gush all over the edges, water bugs making their home in it, and some black stuff growing around the bottom edges?
That's what that now empty bucket looked like. And the water from that bucket, had been dumped on my face. Worst part is, I'm pretty sure some of that water got into my mouth.
My stomach immediately started flopping around, like it was in a jump roping competition. I got an odd taste in the back of my throat, and I really just felt like jumping into a pool of disinfectant, cause really, that bucket was nasty as Hell.
Without letting me recover from swallowing what should not be legally considered water, Jason's hand shot down towards me, bumping against cuts as he grabbed the back of my red Kevlar shirt, dragging me across the floor.
I yelped at the feeling of the lacerations covering the back of my legs and my lower back being drug across the floor. I swatted at his hands in protest, grunting, trying not to talk like Alfred said. Now that I think about it, I'm pretty sure that I'm the only one who's ever listened when he's said that.
Jason gave me a rough kick, silently telling me to stop struggling. Why is he being silent? He's not the one with three stab wounds surrounding their neck!
I grimaced at the pain from his boot, why does he have to keep hurting me? He's already won! I'm down, I can't fight back! Why does he keep doing this? He's already won!
He pried open the door, dragging me out into the hallway. I blinked back tears. Just stop it!
His hand let got of my collar, but before I could topple backwards, his leg moved to support my back, stopping the fall. It wasn't mercy. Any mercy he showed at this point was stupid, laughable even.
His hand went immediately to my hair, pulling it straight upwards like he was playing tug of war with it. I managed to cut the scream off before it was any more than a yelp, settling with just groaning. I'm down, I'm beat, but I won't scream. He won't get that satisfaction from me.
He kept pulling my short dark red hair, yanking me up onto my feet. So that's what he wanted? Me to stand on my own? I'd pimp slap him if that wouldn't hurt my arm more than his face.
I groaned again as he pushed me forward with my hair, making me walk. Every step, as soon as pressure was put on it, yanked on stitches and abused muscle strands. Pain would shoot from every wound, getting worse with each step until a trickle of blood was trailing behind me as I was forced to walk down the hall. If I looked back, I was sure to see combat boot prints, only seen because the prints would have been blood.
He pushed me faster, "Come on, hurry up!" He snapped.
I grunted angrily at him, if he wanted me to walk down the hall, I would, but anything faster than this pace was physically impossible.
I stumbled for a moment, and he corrected my stumble by grabbing my shoulder, the one with the muscle he severed, and yanking me into the right position before shoving me forward, down the hall.
Each movement a struggle, each step an accomplishment as stitched began to get irritated, more painful, and the humidity of the dark hallway caused me to sweat, the sweat finding it's way into my eyes.
I grunted, trying to wipe away the sweat with my uninjured shoulder, but Jason would have none of that. He grabbed my hair again, yanking me head upright, pulling against the stitches in my neck.
I growled back at him, this is physically impossible! I can't walk, let alone at the pace you're trying to set! Can't you see? It hurts! Everything hurts! I haven't felt pain like this since the Joker got wise with a crowbar! Dad, where are you? Why can't you get here? You came last time, why aren't you here now?
I checked the water level, it was at my knee cap now. Gabriel groaned, "If they wanna drown us, why don't they just do it already?"
"Two points for wishful thinking." Conan mumbled, curled up in the corner farthest from the shards of kryptonite.
"Wasn't he supposed to let us go?" Raphael spoke up, "I mean, if Justin finds out that he didn't let us go, then there's no reason for her to keep her deal, right?"
Mary glared at him, "Despite the fact that that he can easily kill us now?"
"… Oh." Raphael mumbled.
"Shut up everybody, just shut up." I ordered.
Michael cleared his throat, "Guys-"
Mark glared at me, "I'll talk if I want idiot."
I grabbed her upper arm, throwing her against the wall, "I've had enough or your mouth you stupid tramp!"
She shoved me backwards, "Don't touch me!"
"I'm not the one who won't shut up! All you do is keep insulting everyone about everything! It's like, if they aren't in your religion, then you hate them!" I snapped. "The Bible says, hate sin, not the sinner! You have to love everybody, because hate is wrong, that's what God said!"
"Oh, and suddenly, you're the big expert on religion?" She questioned, "Just because you're Jewish doesn't mean that you're saved, or that you deserve to get into heaven!"
I threw my hands into the air, "Seriously, do you hear yourself? Who deserves to get into heaven! You name one person, besides Jesus Christ, who never committed a sin, and therefore deserves to get into heaven, and I'll admit you're right about everything. You name one person!"
"Guys!" Michael snapped, "I hate to intrude on this PMS moment, but, has anyone else noticed the bubbles?"
I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrow, "The what?"
He pointed to the corner here the kryptonite shards where, and sure enough there where two small streams of bubbles. I walked over, feeling along the area where the bubbles were coming from, to have my fingers brush against cracks on the floor. I traced them slowly, it was square, like a door.
"Guys," I said, "I think I found-"
The cracks suddenly gave away, the hatch I had discovered caving in, and water rushing out. I jumped back, falling on my butt.
The water completely drained out, the kryptonite shards flushing down the hatch, until there was nothing left.
Two seconds past, before a head popped up out of the ground, brown shaggy hair and mud brown eyes stared back at us. A teenage boy, looked about seventeen.
No one spoke, until a grin broke out on the boy's face, a chuckle escaping his lips. "Well, never got a group this big before. Look's like I got here just in time too."
I narrowed my eyes at him, something was familiar about him, but what? "Who are you?"
He smirked, "I'm the guy that's gonna get you the hell out of here, now are you coming or staying here to wait for the bloody big head to get ya?"
He disappeared down the hatch, and I looked over my shoulder to the others.
Michael chuckled nervously, "Uh, ladies first?"
Mary rolled her eyes, and I sighed, "Let's just go."
I jumped down the hole after the boy, the others quickly following. Conan took deep breaths, grabbing her neck gently with relief.
I put a hand on her shoulder, "You okay?"
She nodded, "Yeah… I can breath now."
I shook my head, "I just hope Justin's doing better than us."
This just keeps getting weirder and weirder! Who's the boy? Why is he calling Jason the bloody big head? Why does Kyler have to be so cliché with her last words in the chapter? You're guess is as good as mine! Seriously people, review!