Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2015 3:40:07 GMT -5
Titans of Justice Classified Ch. 40 – Outsiders Pt. I
Writer: White Wraith
Editor: Power Guy & Whirlpool
***Gotham City – Shortly before the events of “52”***
“Vic! Vic?!” Helena Bertinelli shouted with panic flowing through her voice. In her Huntress garb, she turned to and fro, searching for her faceless boyfriend. It had been a long night for the crime-fighting couple and Vic had suggested giving up their pursuit two hours ago. Huntress now wished she had listened to him when he assured her they’d find them later. Question and Huntress were tracking down members of the mafia that were affiliated with the death of Helena’s family. Apparently, she hadn’t killed all the men responsible for that terrible attack on her family.
‘Helena, why don’t we go home and enjoy a crossword puzzle by the fire? We have the apartment to ourselves now. I promise you we’ll find them soon enough.’
That’s what he had said two hours ago and now, two hours later, he was gone. Not even ten minutes ago they were in the same spot they had been all night, perched on a rooftop that looked over into an empty alley. It was said the mafia members met there each night to exchange money, drugs, and weapons. They had to have skipped that night, or known someone was on to them. It was mostly likely the latter. Huntress assumed so because, as she was looking the other way, Question was kidnapped with virtually no sound. She was searching through her belt for binoculars and they had to have come in and out without her hearing. Huntress turned back and was shocked to see him gone.
Now, she looked like an idiot turning around in the middle of the street, screaming ‘Vic! Vic!’ To make matters worse, it began raining that night, raining harder than anticipated at least. So now Huntress was a soaking wet idiot, rather that just an idiot. Huntress returned to the roof where they had previously been located and searching for any sign or small piece of evidence. She noticed a slip of paper and quickly picked it up. As she unfolded it, she hoped and prayed it wasn’t a mere piece of trash an irresponsible college student threw to the ground. It wasn’t, rather it was a clue to Question’s current location.
‘243 Herby St. – Ten minutes’
Helena growled and threw the paper to the ground. They left that note when they took Vic, which had been at least fifteen minutes ago. Huntress ran towards the opposite side of the roof and jumped off, falling towards the street. She landed with ease and ran towards the location written on the card. Lucky for her, she was only three blocks away and, at her usual running speed, she’d be there in less than five minutes. Right on ‘time’, Huntress approached the front door in three and a half minutes. She kicked it open, her crossbow in hand, and walked in slowly. It was dark, empty, and damp. Huntress looked up and saw a leak in the roof and also heard the slow, torturous sound of water dripping to the floor.
“Drop your weapon, Huntress. We don’t want to hurt the man.” A voice echoed throughout the building, catching Huntress by surprise. She couldn’t see anyone or anything but decided it was time to follow instructions for once, as long as Question wasn’t harmed. She slowly crouched down and placed the crossbow on the ground. Once it was on the ground, she raised her hands above her head and slowly stood up. Suddenly, high-powered, extremely bright lights flashed on and blinded her for about thirty seconds. She flinched and covered her eyes until the adjusted. The lights were nailed to a wooden table and handcuffed to the table, opposite of Huntress, was Question. His head was hanging and blood was trickling from his mouth and it appeared as though he was unconscious.
Behind the table, though she couldn’t see much, a door swung open and the sound of heels clicking against the floor soon came to her ears. The door then slammed shut and the clicking stopped. Huntress squinted, trying to see who had walked in. The only thing she could see, due to the lights, was the figure of a man. She could tell he was holding something, but that was it. A moan slipped out of Question’s mouth and Huntress became hopeful once again; he was indeed alive and hopefully coming to.
“This isn’t your business, Huntress. Stay out of it unless you want your friend here to suffer the same fate you administered on my friends. Is that what you want? A painful beating, brutal interrogation, and a slow and painful death? This isn’t your business, so stay out of it.” A cold, dry voice said, breaking the tensile silence. It was the man that had walked into the room, and he sounded mad. Before Huntress could react to what he said, he revealed what he had in his hand by firing it at Huntress. Two pegs, connected by a cord, pierced her chest and sent a very strong electrical shock through her body. Huntress convulsed, moaning and groaning, and finally fell the floor. A taser.
A great deal of time later, Huntress’s eyes opened slowly revealing her home. She felt the fire’s warm flames heating her arms and she soon spotted her wonderful boyfriend preparing some food, most likely coffee. She slid up into a sitting position, making a slight noise. Question, his mask off, turned and spotted Huntress. He stopped what he was doing and quickly walked to his girlfriend’s side, comforting her back onto her back. He held her hand tight in his and looked into her eyes, smiling warmly.
“I woke up an hour or so ago and found the both of us had been tossed in the rain by the men the captured us. You’re okay now, and so am I. We’re safe at home, which is where you will stay until I feel you’re doing better.” Vic Sage explained soothingly. He was stern, yet sympathetic when he spoke, which made Huntress smile. He put his hand on the side of her face, rubbing his thumb on her soft cheek. Helena put her hand on top of his and smiled. She realized her mask wasn’t on and she wasn’t in her costume anymore. He must’ve changed her, unless the sick creeps that captured them did.
“Thank you, Vic. I appreciate it.” Helena said kindly. She was never this kind to anyone, but when someone went out of his or her way to bring comfort to her, she had to be nice. Helena felt her head leaning towards his, and she saw his leaning back. Their lips connected and they shared a passionate kiss. Intimacy ran wild as they showed each other a sign of affection. The kiss led to a series of others and soon enough, Vic picked Helena up off the couch and, still kissing, they walked into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and slid his shirt off. Helena smiled and removed the robe he had put her in. Vic came down on her and the two smiled before the kissed once more. A minute later, Helena reached over and flicked the lamp off, leaving the room in darkness.
***Gotham City – Current Times***
It was dark and gloomy in Gotham City, weather everyone was used to. The weatherman predicted rain for that night and so far, it hadn’t come but everyone that was out and about at such a late hour was carrying an umbrella. Everyone including young Avalon and her parents, who had cut through in alley in hopes of getting home sooner. The young girl was in the middle of her parents, all three of them smiling and laughing after a good time at the movies. They hadn’t expected a gunman to jump out from the shadows and hold them at gunpoint. He demanded money, jewelry and no screams. The situation was all too familiar and Avalon’s father remembered Bruce Wayne’s parents died this same way. He knew what happened and didn’t want it reoccur so the man slowly took his wallet from his pocket and handed it to the man.
“Here you go. Here’s your money just, please, lower the gun. We gave you what you want.” Avalon’s father, Jonathan, reassured. The gunman quickly grabbed the wallet and turned his gun so it pointed at the woman, Diane. She began shaking and slowly pulled off her pearl necklace and handed it to the man. He grabbed it with a toothless smile and then shoved both the necklace and the wallet into his pocket. The gunman turned around and ran out of the alley, enjoying his successful robbery. Jonathan picked up his daughter and held her tight, reassuring it would be okay. Towards the exit of the alley, a figure appeared. The gunman had looked back at the family and hadn’t seen the figure, rather ran right into it. Now on the ground, he looked up in awe.
“Batman?” Jonathan asked quietly to himself. The gunman stood up and began laughing in his own way of mocking the man that had stopped him. From the family’s location, the figure had a pointed mask and a long cape with points at the bottom of the cape. The figure threw his fist at the gunman’s face, knocking him back to the ground. The gunman wiped blood from his mouth and then looked back up. The costumed man stepped forward, now in the light. His costume was purple and black, with a white stripe down his torso. He picked the thief up by his neck, raising him off the ground. His face was stiff and, frankly, he looked pissed off.
“Its scum like you that make this city a terrible place to live.” The man said in a rough voice. The gunman was clawing at the costumed man’s hand, gasping for air.
“Who are you?!” he managed to ask.
“I’m the Hunter,” he said, “and you’re the prey.” Hunter slammed the thug into the wall. A dent formed in the brick wall due to the force of impact. As the unconscious thief fell to the ground, a few bricks joined him. Hunter looked down on him with disgust. He crouched down and took the wallet and pearl necklace out of his dirty pocket. The necklace was broken but the wallet was in good shape. Hunter approached the family, noticed the young girl was shaking in fear and shock. Hunter handed Jonathan the valuables and nodded at the family in respect. He removed a grappling gun from his belt and fired it towards the building behind the family. Hunter soared towards it and landed on the roof. He put the gun away and crouched down by the opposite end of the roof.
He looked over the city with watchful eyes and open eyes. Behind him, a woman appeared on the roof. Hunter jumped up and turned around. The woman was standing on the roof with her arms crossed over chest. Her long red hair billowed in the wind, as did Hunter’s cape. He swiftly pulled his crossbow out of its’ holster and aimed it at the woman’s head with a stern face. The woman smiled and a chuckle slipped past her lips. Hunter watched her, now confused. If she was a villain, she was awfully confidant in herself. If she was a hero, she didn’t belong in Gotham City. The woman walked towards Hunter, looking him over.
“Who are you?” Hunter asked sternly. He was in no mood to play games with her.
“I’m Blackbird, Hunter, and I’d like you to help me. Your work is very efficient and I could use a man like you on my team of Outsiders. What do you say?” the woman asked with a smile. Hunter stared at her, searching for a sign of humor but she was serious.
To Be Continued …
Writer: White Wraith
Editor: Power Guy & Whirlpool
***Gotham City – Shortly before the events of “52”***
“Vic! Vic?!” Helena Bertinelli shouted with panic flowing through her voice. In her Huntress garb, she turned to and fro, searching for her faceless boyfriend. It had been a long night for the crime-fighting couple and Vic had suggested giving up their pursuit two hours ago. Huntress now wished she had listened to him when he assured her they’d find them later. Question and Huntress were tracking down members of the mafia that were affiliated with the death of Helena’s family. Apparently, she hadn’t killed all the men responsible for that terrible attack on her family.
‘Helena, why don’t we go home and enjoy a crossword puzzle by the fire? We have the apartment to ourselves now. I promise you we’ll find them soon enough.’
That’s what he had said two hours ago and now, two hours later, he was gone. Not even ten minutes ago they were in the same spot they had been all night, perched on a rooftop that looked over into an empty alley. It was said the mafia members met there each night to exchange money, drugs, and weapons. They had to have skipped that night, or known someone was on to them. It was mostly likely the latter. Huntress assumed so because, as she was looking the other way, Question was kidnapped with virtually no sound. She was searching through her belt for binoculars and they had to have come in and out without her hearing. Huntress turned back and was shocked to see him gone.
Now, she looked like an idiot turning around in the middle of the street, screaming ‘Vic! Vic!’ To make matters worse, it began raining that night, raining harder than anticipated at least. So now Huntress was a soaking wet idiot, rather that just an idiot. Huntress returned to the roof where they had previously been located and searching for any sign or small piece of evidence. She noticed a slip of paper and quickly picked it up. As she unfolded it, she hoped and prayed it wasn’t a mere piece of trash an irresponsible college student threw to the ground. It wasn’t, rather it was a clue to Question’s current location.
‘243 Herby St. – Ten minutes’
Helena growled and threw the paper to the ground. They left that note when they took Vic, which had been at least fifteen minutes ago. Huntress ran towards the opposite side of the roof and jumped off, falling towards the street. She landed with ease and ran towards the location written on the card. Lucky for her, she was only three blocks away and, at her usual running speed, she’d be there in less than five minutes. Right on ‘time’, Huntress approached the front door in three and a half minutes. She kicked it open, her crossbow in hand, and walked in slowly. It was dark, empty, and damp. Huntress looked up and saw a leak in the roof and also heard the slow, torturous sound of water dripping to the floor.
“Drop your weapon, Huntress. We don’t want to hurt the man.” A voice echoed throughout the building, catching Huntress by surprise. She couldn’t see anyone or anything but decided it was time to follow instructions for once, as long as Question wasn’t harmed. She slowly crouched down and placed the crossbow on the ground. Once it was on the ground, she raised her hands above her head and slowly stood up. Suddenly, high-powered, extremely bright lights flashed on and blinded her for about thirty seconds. She flinched and covered her eyes until the adjusted. The lights were nailed to a wooden table and handcuffed to the table, opposite of Huntress, was Question. His head was hanging and blood was trickling from his mouth and it appeared as though he was unconscious.
Behind the table, though she couldn’t see much, a door swung open and the sound of heels clicking against the floor soon came to her ears. The door then slammed shut and the clicking stopped. Huntress squinted, trying to see who had walked in. The only thing she could see, due to the lights, was the figure of a man. She could tell he was holding something, but that was it. A moan slipped out of Question’s mouth and Huntress became hopeful once again; he was indeed alive and hopefully coming to.
“This isn’t your business, Huntress. Stay out of it unless you want your friend here to suffer the same fate you administered on my friends. Is that what you want? A painful beating, brutal interrogation, and a slow and painful death? This isn’t your business, so stay out of it.” A cold, dry voice said, breaking the tensile silence. It was the man that had walked into the room, and he sounded mad. Before Huntress could react to what he said, he revealed what he had in his hand by firing it at Huntress. Two pegs, connected by a cord, pierced her chest and sent a very strong electrical shock through her body. Huntress convulsed, moaning and groaning, and finally fell the floor. A taser.
A great deal of time later, Huntress’s eyes opened slowly revealing her home. She felt the fire’s warm flames heating her arms and she soon spotted her wonderful boyfriend preparing some food, most likely coffee. She slid up into a sitting position, making a slight noise. Question, his mask off, turned and spotted Huntress. He stopped what he was doing and quickly walked to his girlfriend’s side, comforting her back onto her back. He held her hand tight in his and looked into her eyes, smiling warmly.
“I woke up an hour or so ago and found the both of us had been tossed in the rain by the men the captured us. You’re okay now, and so am I. We’re safe at home, which is where you will stay until I feel you’re doing better.” Vic Sage explained soothingly. He was stern, yet sympathetic when he spoke, which made Huntress smile. He put his hand on the side of her face, rubbing his thumb on her soft cheek. Helena put her hand on top of his and smiled. She realized her mask wasn’t on and she wasn’t in her costume anymore. He must’ve changed her, unless the sick creeps that captured them did.
“Thank you, Vic. I appreciate it.” Helena said kindly. She was never this kind to anyone, but when someone went out of his or her way to bring comfort to her, she had to be nice. Helena felt her head leaning towards his, and she saw his leaning back. Their lips connected and they shared a passionate kiss. Intimacy ran wild as they showed each other a sign of affection. The kiss led to a series of others and soon enough, Vic picked Helena up off the couch and, still kissing, they walked into the bedroom. He laid her on the bed and slid his shirt off. Helena smiled and removed the robe he had put her in. Vic came down on her and the two smiled before the kissed once more. A minute later, Helena reached over and flicked the lamp off, leaving the room in darkness.
***Gotham City – Current Times***
It was dark and gloomy in Gotham City, weather everyone was used to. The weatherman predicted rain for that night and so far, it hadn’t come but everyone that was out and about at such a late hour was carrying an umbrella. Everyone including young Avalon and her parents, who had cut through in alley in hopes of getting home sooner. The young girl was in the middle of her parents, all three of them smiling and laughing after a good time at the movies. They hadn’t expected a gunman to jump out from the shadows and hold them at gunpoint. He demanded money, jewelry and no screams. The situation was all too familiar and Avalon’s father remembered Bruce Wayne’s parents died this same way. He knew what happened and didn’t want it reoccur so the man slowly took his wallet from his pocket and handed it to the man.
“Here you go. Here’s your money just, please, lower the gun. We gave you what you want.” Avalon’s father, Jonathan, reassured. The gunman quickly grabbed the wallet and turned his gun so it pointed at the woman, Diane. She began shaking and slowly pulled off her pearl necklace and handed it to the man. He grabbed it with a toothless smile and then shoved both the necklace and the wallet into his pocket. The gunman turned around and ran out of the alley, enjoying his successful robbery. Jonathan picked up his daughter and held her tight, reassuring it would be okay. Towards the exit of the alley, a figure appeared. The gunman had looked back at the family and hadn’t seen the figure, rather ran right into it. Now on the ground, he looked up in awe.
“Batman?” Jonathan asked quietly to himself. The gunman stood up and began laughing in his own way of mocking the man that had stopped him. From the family’s location, the figure had a pointed mask and a long cape with points at the bottom of the cape. The figure threw his fist at the gunman’s face, knocking him back to the ground. The gunman wiped blood from his mouth and then looked back up. The costumed man stepped forward, now in the light. His costume was purple and black, with a white stripe down his torso. He picked the thief up by his neck, raising him off the ground. His face was stiff and, frankly, he looked pissed off.
“Its scum like you that make this city a terrible place to live.” The man said in a rough voice. The gunman was clawing at the costumed man’s hand, gasping for air.
“Who are you?!” he managed to ask.
“I’m the Hunter,” he said, “and you’re the prey.” Hunter slammed the thug into the wall. A dent formed in the brick wall due to the force of impact. As the unconscious thief fell to the ground, a few bricks joined him. Hunter looked down on him with disgust. He crouched down and took the wallet and pearl necklace out of his dirty pocket. The necklace was broken but the wallet was in good shape. Hunter approached the family, noticed the young girl was shaking in fear and shock. Hunter handed Jonathan the valuables and nodded at the family in respect. He removed a grappling gun from his belt and fired it towards the building behind the family. Hunter soared towards it and landed on the roof. He put the gun away and crouched down by the opposite end of the roof.
He looked over the city with watchful eyes and open eyes. Behind him, a woman appeared on the roof. Hunter jumped up and turned around. The woman was standing on the roof with her arms crossed over chest. Her long red hair billowed in the wind, as did Hunter’s cape. He swiftly pulled his crossbow out of its’ holster and aimed it at the woman’s head with a stern face. The woman smiled and a chuckle slipped past her lips. Hunter watched her, now confused. If she was a villain, she was awfully confidant in herself. If she was a hero, she didn’t belong in Gotham City. The woman walked towards Hunter, looking him over.
“Who are you?” Hunter asked sternly. He was in no mood to play games with her.
“I’m Blackbird, Hunter, and I’d like you to help me. Your work is very efficient and I could use a man like you on my team of Outsiders. What do you say?” the woman asked with a smile. Hunter stared at her, searching for a sign of humor but she was serious.
To Be Continued …