章節 196: CHAPTER 193
The Titans Tower was ablaze with colorful lights and pulsating music, setting the scene for a celebratory party hosted by none other than Beast Boy and Nightwing. The heroes, having emerged victorious against the formidable Darkseid, gathered to unwind and revel in their success. Laughter and cheers filled the air as the heroes and their allies celebrated the hard-fought triumph.
Amidst the jubilant atmosphere, Barbara Gordon found herself back at the Batcave. Dressed in her Batgirl suit, she furrowed her brow in intense concentration as she scrutinized the array of monitors, searching for any signs of suspicious activities in the city. The glow from the screens illuminated her determined expression as she remained ever vigilant, the weight of her responsibilities pressing upon her.
Just as Barbara was about to embark on a solo patrol, the imposing figure of Batman emerged from the shadows, silently observing her dedication. Alfred, the ever-wise butler, followed suit.
"Barbara, you've been doing an exceptional job," Bruce Wayne spoke in his deep, authoritative tone. "But even heroes need to take a break every once in a while. Tonight is one of those times"
Alfred chimed in with a warm smile, "Master Bruce is right, Miss Gordon. You've earned a respite. The city can wait for one night."
Barbara glanced at the monitors, torn between her duty and the allure of the festivities. " I could really use a break but there could be something out there, something we could miss if I take a break," she insisted.
Batman stepped closer, his cape billowing in the dimly lit Batcave. "Barbara, the city will be fine for one night. The youngsters have earned their celebration, and so have you."
Alfred, ever the voice of reason, added, "You're still a young woman, Barbara. It's crucial to embrace the moments of joy amidst the darkness."
Barbara sighed, realizing the truth in their words but struggling to let go of her sense of responsibility. "What if something happens while I'm away?"
Batman placed a gloved hand on her shoulder, a rare display of empathy. "The city have me. I've been protecting Gotham City by myself for years, so trust me as I trust you. Enjoy the celebration; you've earned it."
Alfred offered a comforting smile, "And I'll keep an eye on things here, my dear."
With a reluctant nod, Barbara agreed to attend the party. Batman and Alfred watched as she left the Batcave, the heavy burden of duty momentarily lifted from her shoulders. The dynamic duo exchanged a knowing look, silently acknowledging the importance of balance in a hero's life.
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The pulsating music and vibrant lights of the Titans' party enveloped me as I tried to coax Rachel, my girlfriend Raven, into embracing the celebration. The atmosphere was charged with energy, but her reserved nature kept her at a distance from the lively crowd.
"Come on, baby girl, just a few sips, and you'll be as free as a bird," I implied, offering her a beer. Rachel, initially hesitant, reluctantly agreed to take a few sips.
As I handed her the drink, a sudden fireball knocked it from my hand, prompting the arrival of Kori, Dick, and Gar, ready to protect Rachel from perceived threats.
"Who are you anyway?" Dick questioned, suspicion clouding his gaze. I watched with amusement as they interrogated me, seemingly oblivious to the harmless nature of the situation.
"Calm down, guys," Gar intervened, trying to calm the situation. "Did you invite him?" Dick directed his stern gaze at me.
"No, but I know he's a harmless person. Although he could be quite rude most times," Gar explained, attempting to diffuse the tension.
As they continued their scrutiny, Rachel, frustrated by their overprotectiveness, spoke up, asserting her independence. "Guy's, enough!!"
"This is Tom, and I invited him. So please stop with all this because I do not need protection from my boyfriend," she declared.
Their collective surprise at the revelation of our relationship was palpable. Kori, however, smiled a little as she appraised me.
"When did you get a boyfriend?" Gar asked, but his question was ignored. Rachel seemed more annoyed by their interference than anything else.
"Oh, sorry about that, buddy. Rachel is family, and we just happen to be overprotective when it comes to her," Dick explained, offering me a friendly tap on the shoulder.
"I apologize for the late introduction. The names' Tom Hendricks by the way," I said, extending a handshake.
"Dick Grayson," he responded, reciprocating the gesture. The tension began to ease.
"Once again, we are sorry for the misunderstanding. I'm Kori."
"It's nice to meet you. You look even more beautiful in person than on television," I complimented, earning a blush from Kori. Gar remained bewildered.
"Quite a charmer you've got here," Kori remarked to Rachel, who seemed more focused on putting an end to the awkward encounter.
"Now that we've cleared things, kindly excuse us," Rachel said, pulling me to a quieter spot away from their watchful eyes.
"It was nice meeting Rachel's friends," I said to them as we walked away, ready to enjoy the party in peace.
"Enjoy the party!" Dick called after us, leaving Gar to ponder the mystery of when Rachel had gotten herself a boyfriend, and what she saw in me.
"Oh, hey Rachel." A voice came from behind. "For crying put loud, what now?" I muttered beneath my breath, willing to just drag her ass upstairs myself so no one would interrupt our night any longer.
"Barbara, you came." Rachel replied, giving a friendly wave at the redhead who seemed like she would rather be somewhere else.
"Yeah, I had a last minute change of plans." She replied, wrapping her arms around Rachel as they gave each other a gentle hug.
"You remember Tom right?" Rachel reintroduced.
"Of course I do. With an hair as distinctive as his, it'd be hard to forget such feature." She remarked. I just responded with a subtle wave as they both finished exchanging pleasantries.
The sound of the loud music slowly faded into buzzing beat in the background as Rachel and I were finally at the elevator's door when she suddenly pulled back my arm, having a shy and blushy look on her face.
"Are you okay?" I asked, taking note of her reddish cheeks.
"I'm fine. Why don't you go grab a bottle of alcohol so we continue from where we left off, I'll be at the third floor, second room to the right." She instructed.
"Okay baby girl, I'll be right with you." I replied her with a mischievous smile on my face, hinting it was finally about to go down tonight.
Heading back to the party, I walked over to the bar where I noticed the blonde wasn't there anymore. I grabbed myself a bottle of whiskey and quickly headed back.
On my way back, I spotted Superboy over by a corner having his hands all over a green bitch as he seemed like he could almost smooch the life out of her.
I guess even pretty boy intends to get himself some badass pussy tonight, well it's indeed a good night to get laid. I walked away headed for the elevator, a bit excited because tonight I get to see another side of Raven, how she acts when she's tipsy.
As I arrived at the door she had described for me earlier, I let go of one bottle and telekinetically had it floating midair as I knocked on the door with my free hand.
*Knock Knock*
There was no response, so I just held on to the doorknob and opened it myself, making use of my powers.
"Did someone order, room service?" I playfully asked as the door swung open, attempting to set the mood but arrived at an empty room.
"Rae!!" I called out, moving around the room and even searching the bathroom but there was no sign of her being in there.
I closer my eyes and scanned the environment to see what feedback I'd get from the vibrations made by anything with a heart beat around the room's vicinity. It was unusual for her to act differently from what she says she'd do.
Suddenly, I got some heartbeats from the other side of the wall outside the building. I quickly made my way to window, looked outside as I observed the walls, only to see ropes along the side of the building as I saw masked ninjas toss an unconscious Rachel into a black van and immediately drove off.
I jumped out the window, falling to the ground itself. The ground crated beneath my foot upon landing as a boulder rose from the ground and blocked the van in sight, intercepting it as the van crashed into the boulder up ahead.
I quickly got to it, ripped open the back doors, only to see an empty van with just the injured driver inside. This van was a decoy and they must have swapped places with the actual van without my notice.
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I ripped open the driver's door and pulled him out. "Who sent you?" I questioned, my anger slowly brewing. He mumbled as he struggled to regain conscious, I gave him a sounding slap to wake his ass up and answer my question.
"Answer me!!" I pressed on.
"Hail the Demon's Head." Just after saying that, foam started gushing out his mouth and suddenly began to convulse, he must have had poison in his mouth and bitten it to commit suicide just to avoid questioning or torture, having fulfilled his role.
"Ra's al Ghul must have gone after Raven to get to me, he'll definitely get what's coming to him.
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章節 197: CHAPTER 194
The dead assassin seemed to be holding on to something, I opened up his hand and saw a piece of paper with random numbers written on it.
I for one knew that with the League of Assassins, nothing was done at random. I observed the numbers and they didn't fit into any clues, I started to think maybe it was just some code, but that was when it hit me.
"Gwen, run these numbers up across longitude and latitude, I think it might be coordinates." I ordered, suspecting it might be some kind of coordinates and probably my invitation from Ra's. I do not know what he wanted from me this time around but Talia did mention he could be one stubborn geezer, and would try other methods to get me to come to him.
Since the direction was never specified, Gwen produced four different coordinates and displayed them upon the screen of my visor. "The third one, there seem to be nothing in that area." I pointed out.
"Yes sir, it's a desert with nothing significant in the area, no sign of human residence." She replied.
"Good, put a pin on that location. That's where they are most likely to use as their hideout." I didn't bother going back home to get anything or informing anyone as to what had transpired that night but just headed straight towards a possible base for the League of Assassins.
…
Talia al Ghul, daughter of the infamous Ra's al Ghul and a formidable leader of the League of Assassins, found herself in a dimly lit room where the League had imprisoned Raven. The air was thick with anticipation as Talia meticulously arranged candles around the room, creating an atmosphere that was both eerie and mysterious.
As the candles flickered to life, Raven slowly regained consciousness. Her violet eyes fluttered open, revealing the confusion and disorientation that lingered from the sedation. Talia observed her with a casual demeanor, fully aware of the powerful being lying on the bed before her.
"Oh, you're up. It would be better if you kindly go back to being asleep; Father will be right with you in due time," Talia remarked, her voice carrying an air of authority. The message was clear – Raven's presence was not a matter of Talia's choice but a requirement set by Ra's al Ghul himself.
Raven, still groggy from the sedation, attempted to use her magic to confront Talia. "Azrath Metrion Sintos," she uttered, directing her hand at Talia, but the attempt proved futile.
"Azrath Metrion Sintos," she tried again, frustration evident in her voice as her magic continued to be suppressed.
"What did you do to me? Why… Why won't my magic work?" Raven questioned, struggling to make sense of the situation.
Talia extinguished a match with a nonchalant blow, her gaze unwavering. "That's because the herb pressed against your nose before you were put to sleep serves a dual purpose. It knocks people unconscious and, conveniently for us, temporarily blocks the use of magic if the victim is a magic user."
Raven's confusion deepened, realizing the extent of the circumstances that had led to her captivity. "What does Ra's al Ghul want with me?" she inquired, her curiosity overcoming the haze of sedation.
A subtle smile played on Talia's lips as she savored the realization that Raven had yet to comprehend the true nature of her predicament. "Don't worry; you'll find out soon enough."
A knock echoed through the room, and an ally in a mask entered, bearing a tray with a steaming cup of tea. Talia, maintaining her composed demeanor, acknowledged the timely arrival.
"Perfect timing," she remarked, taking the tray from the masked ally. "Drink this tea; it will help you relax a bit," Talia suggested, placing the tray on a stool near Raven's bed.
Raven, distrustful of her captor, resisted the offer. "You can have it because I won't be drinking that," she asserted, attempting to rise from the bed but discovering a disconcerting numbness in her legs.
"Why can't I feel my legs?" she questioned, her confusion growing as the reality of her situation became more apparent.
"Guards!" Talia called out, summoning two masked assassins who promptly placed Raven back in bed.
"I thought it might be rude not to offer our guest anything. That's why I asked them to bring you this tea. It might help with whatever is going on with your legs, who knows," Talia taunted, her tone dripping with subtle amusement as she prepared to leave the room.
"Be a darling and stay put," she said to Raven, the door closing behind her as she left the captive hero to grapple with the mysteries and threats that surrounded her.
…
The chamber was dimly lit by flickering candles and lanterns, casting dancing shadows across the ornate walls. Talia entered with a silent grace, bowing respectfully to her father, Ra's al Ghul, seated regally on a throne-like chair.
"You know the boy will come for her, don't you?" she remarked, her gaze meeting her father's.
"Indeed, my daughter. I've taken precautions based on the information gathered from encounters with the exceptional young man," Ra's replied with an air of unwavering confidence.
Talia, concerned for the potential consequences, warned, "We must not underestimate him. Your plans for the girl could lead to another massacre of our men if mishandled."
Ra's, seemingly unperturbed, assured, "Fear not. I have countermeasures that will subdue even the most formidable opponent. His prowess will be no match for my preparations."
Talia, aware of Tom's capabilities, pressed, "He's unpredictable. We need to be prepared and vigilant or else things might not go as planned."
Ra's, with a calm resolve, declared, "I will bring him to submission. My measures are designed to disorient even the most untamed. Even a Kryptonian mind can't withstand what awaits him."
Talia, acknowledging her father's confidence, conceded, "If you say so, Father. But we must stay vigilant. He will arrive soon."
With a slight bow, Talia turned to leave the chamber, leaving Ra's al Ghul immersed in the shadows of his calculated schemes.
…
In the heart of the League of Assassins' fortress, a training room echoed with the clash of weaponry. Damian Wayne, the young prodigy, found himself surrounded by a quintet of highly skilled assassins.
The dojo setting was dimly lit, emphasizing the seriousness of the training. Shadows danced on the walls as the combatants engaged in a disciplined dance of combat.
Damian wielded a sword with precision and grace that befitted his lineage, while his opponents, each armed with different weapons – arrows, swords, a bow staff, a Sai, and kunai – circled him. The air crackled with anticipation as the training session reached a crescendo.
The training session unfolded with precision and intensity. The assassins attacked Damian with a strategic blend of coordination and individual skill. Shurikens whizzed through the air, swords clashed in a symphony of steel, and the dojo became a battleground of strategy and technique.
Damien, a formidable combatant, parried, dodged, and countered with the finesse of a true descendant of Ra's al Ghul. Each opponent tested a different aspect of his abilities, making the training not just a physical exercise but a mental challenge.
As the session neared its end, the masked assassins acknowledged Damian's prowess with silent bows before standing down.
Talia al Ghul, clad in the League's traditional attire, had observed the intense training session from the shadows. As Damien concluded the skirmish, sweat glistened on his brow. Talia approached, acknowledging his skill.
"Excellently done, as always," she complimented, her voice carrying a blend of approval and maternal concern. Damian, catching his breath, wiped his face with a towel offered to him.
"Mother, what are you doing here? I thought you were occupied with Grandfather's agenda for the next couple of days," Damian inquired, a hint of curiosity in his tone.
"I am indeed occupied, but I wanted to assess your progress. Your skills are crucial, especially considering the challenges that lie ahead," Talia explained, her eyes scanning the masked assassins who, at her subtle nod, respectfully withdrew, leaving the training ground to the mother and son.
As the training room cleared, Talia, her demeanor a mix of authority and care, issued a warning to Damian. "The one your grandfather has chosen to invite tonight is not to be taken lightly. I advise you to stay in your room until I say otherwise"
Damian's arrogance surfaced. "Why should I? I heard he's just a boy."
"Not just any boy," Talia emphasized. "He is a force to be reckoned with, a merciless one. The Demon Head has provoked him, and engaging him might lead to consequences beyond your reckoning."
"He sounds like a handful," Damian retorted, the confidence in his abilities undeterred.
"More than you think. So, for your own good, stay put," Talia insisted, her tone leaving little room for argument.
"I'll try, but no promises," Damian replied, a subtle defiance lingering as he left the dojo.
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