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Notes: This is apart of my Ten Worlds AU. It takes place after After the Tragedy
Contains: Violence, injury and an attempt at a sadistic choice situation. Character death.
Choice
Part One of Two
He opened his eyes to find himself bound and gagged in a chair. A glance to the left saw Alfred and Damian also tied up and then he glanced to the right and saw Batman tied up and Deathwing standing next to him. “Good your awake so now Brucie can make his choice,” Deathwing said with a smile. He noticed there was a large crack in the armor he was wearing. He had no idea how he’d got grabbed but that could wait until he got loose. Unfortunately it seemed Deathwing was very good at tying them down. “As you can see Batman tracked me down and damaged my armor so that means he has to pay for it.” The mask lifted to show his own face. “So he has to choose who dies one of his sons or his surrogate daddy.” The smile that twisted his reflections face was horrifying. “If he doesn’t choose all three of you die and he’s left crippled and alone.”
“Perhaps I can make you reconsider,” a voice said. He immediately recognized the man from the description Superman and Batman had given the league. “Your Employer might have told you about me my armored friend I am Mr. K.”
“He mentioned you brought him back to life,” Deathwing said and he saw Batman’s jaw clinch in anger. “Which I could care less about just leave unless you want to die.” A huge blade extended from the armor then.
“You haven’t the power to kill me boy and it is in your best interest to listen to me unless you want to die when your employer is done with you since I’m the only one who can remove that bomb from your brain.” Mr. K said stepping forward. “By the way the son of the bat is nearly free you might want to tighten the bindings on his left wrist.” He glanced over to see that Damian had nearly gotten his arm free. “Oh I’ll handle it.” Mr. K said and walked over and actually secured the arm. “Stay still boy the adults are talking.”
He turned to watch Deathwing again and saw he was staring at Mr. K with a dark look. “What bomb in my brain?” He could tell the statement had bothered him. “And what deal could you possibly offer?”
“The bomb your employer put in so you wouldn’t betray them,” Mr. K said glancing over at him and winking. “It is keyed to your armor, if you fail in your mission or turn on them they will shut down your armor and your head goes kersplat.” Mr. K then smiled. “But I can remove it and even fix your nerve damage so you don’t need that suit of armor to move all I ask in return is that you let the boy and the man you are cloned from live the other two you can kill.” The man in the suit just smiled with a shrug. “I’d even settle for just sparing the boy considering his Grandfather and Mother he’s very likely to grow up to be a champion for my side.” Mr. K then looked at Alfred. “But you know it really isn’t worth it to kill the old bag of bones and you’ve already crippled Batman for the rest of his life so not worth it to kill him either.” He glanced at Bruce who looked tense and didn’t seem to be even trying to get loose which bothered him.
“Your lying, your just stalling for some reason,” Deathwing said and then turned to Batman. “Time to make your choice or all three of them die.” He watched as the gag was removed form Batman’s mouth but before he could say anything a surge of energy shot out of the wall and struck Deathwing squarely in the crack in his armor. He was surprised to see him going down and then seconds later the energy shot back out and formed into Striker one of the Connors.
“Well done Joseph my boy just like my sister planned when she gave you a heads up and that cryptic hint,” Mr. K said smiling broadly. “Oh and Deathwing I wasn’t lying about the bomb.” He glanced back and saw Deathwing’s horrified expression as suddenly his head split open with a loud bang. “Now Sparky head back to where you were and tell my dear sister that I’ll let her get away bending the rules this time but never again.” He reached over and touched Striker and suddenly he was gone. “Now let me just untie you all.” He snapped his fingers and he was free. “You might want to help Bruce up the nano machines Deathwing injected him with have damaged his nerves so badly that he’ll never walk without help again.”
“That can wait,” Batman said glaring at Mr. K. “He said that you brought his employer back to life?” Mr. K nodded completely at ease. “Who was it?” There was a dark edge to Bruce’s question that made it clear he expected an answer.
“I’m afraid that stays my little secret Brucie,” Mr. K said as he turned and approached Damian who was glaring at him. “By the way boy you should contact your mother and check on her the League of Assassins took quiet a beating at the hands of my sister before they surrendered and agreed to her demands.” The man turned back toward him. “And you Mr. Grayson should dust off your Batman outfit because there has to be a Batman and Bruce cannot be it anymore.” The man was gone then leaving more questions than answers.
To be continued..
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Notes: This is apart of my Ten Worlds AU. It takes place after After the Tragedy
Contains: Violence, injury and an attempt at a sadistic choice situation. Character death.
Choice
Part One of Two
He opened his eyes to find himself bound and gagged in a chair. A glance to the left saw Alfred and Damian also tied up and then he glanced to the right and saw Batman tied up and Deathwing standing next to him. “Good your awake so now Brucie can make his choice,” Deathwing said with a smile. He noticed there was a large crack in the armor he was wearing. He had no idea how he’d got grabbed but that could wait until he got loose. Unfortunately it seemed Deathwing was very good at tying them down. “As you can see Batman tracked me down and damaged my armor so that means he has to pay for it.” The mask lifted to show his own face. “So he has to choose who dies one of his sons or his surrogate daddy.” The smile that twisted his reflections face was horrifying. “If he doesn’t choose all three of you die and he’s left crippled and alone.”
“Perhaps I can make you reconsider,” a voice said. He immediately recognized the man from the description Superman and Batman had given the league. “Your Employer might have told you about me my armored friend I am Mr. K.”
“He mentioned you brought him back to life,” Deathwing said and he saw Batman’s jaw clinch in anger. “Which I could care less about just leave unless you want to die.” A huge blade extended from the armor then.
“You haven’t the power to kill me boy and it is in your best interest to listen to me unless you want to die when your employer is done with you since I’m the only one who can remove that bomb from your brain.” Mr. K said stepping forward. “By the way the son of the bat is nearly free you might want to tighten the bindings on his left wrist.” He glanced over to see that Damian had nearly gotten his arm free. “Oh I’ll handle it.” Mr. K said and walked over and actually secured the arm. “Stay still boy the adults are talking.”
He turned to watch Deathwing again and saw he was staring at Mr. K with a dark look. “What bomb in my brain?” He could tell the statement had bothered him. “And what deal could you possibly offer?”
“The bomb your employer put in so you wouldn’t betray them,” Mr. K said glancing over at him and winking. “It is keyed to your armor, if you fail in your mission or turn on them they will shut down your armor and your head goes kersplat.” Mr. K then smiled. “But I can remove it and even fix your nerve damage so you don’t need that suit of armor to move all I ask in return is that you let the boy and the man you are cloned from live the other two you can kill.” The man in the suit just smiled with a shrug. “I’d even settle for just sparing the boy considering his Grandfather and Mother he’s very likely to grow up to be a champion for my side.” Mr. K then looked at Alfred. “But you know it really isn’t worth it to kill the old bag of bones and you’ve already crippled Batman for the rest of his life so not worth it to kill him either.” He glanced at Bruce who looked tense and didn’t seem to be even trying to get loose which bothered him.
“Your lying, your just stalling for some reason,” Deathwing said and then turned to Batman. “Time to make your choice or all three of them die.” He watched as the gag was removed form Batman’s mouth but before he could say anything a surge of energy shot out of the wall and struck Deathwing squarely in the crack in his armor. He was surprised to see him going down and then seconds later the energy shot back out and formed into Striker one of the Connors.
“Well done Joseph my boy just like my sister planned when she gave you a heads up and that cryptic hint,” Mr. K said smiling broadly. “Oh and Deathwing I wasn’t lying about the bomb.” He glanced back and saw Deathwing’s horrified expression as suddenly his head split open with a loud bang. “Now Sparky head back to where you were and tell my dear sister that I’ll let her get away bending the rules this time but never again.” He reached over and touched Striker and suddenly he was gone. “Now let me just untie you all.” He snapped his fingers and he was free. “You might want to help Bruce up the nano machines Deathwing injected him with have damaged his nerves so badly that he’ll never walk without help again.”
“That can wait,” Batman said glaring at Mr. K. “He said that you brought his employer back to life?” Mr. K nodded completely at ease. “Who was it?” There was a dark edge to Bruce’s question that made it clear he expected an answer.
“I’m afraid that stays my little secret Brucie,” Mr. K said as he turned and approached Damian who was glaring at him. “By the way boy you should contact your mother and check on her the League of Assassins took quiet a beating at the hands of my sister before they surrendered and agreed to her demands.” The man turned back toward him. “And you Mr. Grayson should dust off your Batman outfit because there has to be a Batman and Bruce cannot be it anymore.” The man was gone then leaving more questions than answers.
To be continued..
REVIEW HERE
