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thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:24 pm
bossymarmalade) wrote in thejusticelounge2012-08-10 12:24 pm
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running deep inside my veins
Dick stared at the hotel room ceiling, thinking about what Ollie had said. He didn’t seem to have found his peace. He sighed. Maybe he didn’t have any peace to find. A sensei had told him he had a waterfall-nature, always falling, never still. That seemed to be true. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, meditating to calm himself. He just needed time. Things always got better with time.
Cheshire tracked him down with such ease it’s almost sickening how easy-going heroes are when it comes to their well being. Knowing fully well what she planned on doing to him. It has to be precise. She wondered though if she would have to do it in the hotel. It could get so messy.
Dick sunk into a deep half-sleep, running thoughts and images through his mind. His feelings about leaving, his worries about Damian, his stress from Roy and Wally all flit past his mind’s eye, sorting themselves and organizing. What should he focus on? What needed the most attention? What could he just ignore? He was settled deep in his trance, shut off from the outside world, with only a small perimeter alarm around the room.
She got in easier than she expected. Hm. So much for security. Scaling her way into Dick’s room, she unsheathed her knife, eyes glaring at the prone form. She did ever so hate when they couldn’t defend themselves. “Grayson.” She hissed softly.
The alarm gives him a small jolt, enough to pull him out of his trance. His eyes snap open when he hears her, and he springs to a crouch atop his bed.
“Cheshire. What are you doing here? Someone put out a contract on me?”
She didn’t move from her spot just yet. Eyeing him close and finding that this could go over more smoothly than she’d imagine. Administer the right poison and he’ll die in seconds.
“Not just any someone sugar plum. Your boyfriend did.”
Dick blinked, trying to make sense of what she said. Roy ordered his death? Roy sent Cheshire after him? That didn’t feel right at all. What had happened to Roy while he was gone?
He pulled his eskrima sticks from under his pillow, holding them up and ready for her attack. ”What did you do to him?”
“Nothing you haven’t already started.” She retorted, eyeing the weapons before feeling a rise of swelling confidence. This. It will be fun.
“I can’t wait to tear your heart out and feed it to him.” She laughed cruelly, pouncing when he least expected it.
He rolled off the bed with her pounce, using his sticks to deflect her arms. He rolled to a crouch in the corner, whipping around to face her again.
“Sucks for you, then. ’Cause you’ll be waiting a while.” He bolted toward the nightstand, ready to try whatever offense he could. His weapons were close now. He just needed her distracted.
She lunged for him the minute he jumped out the way. Better to get his blood pumping and then administer the toxin when his blood could do all the work for her.
“You only lived because you kept him happy. Now, that’s no longer a problem. So just lay there and take it.”
He kicked his bag under the bed across the room and leapt back onto the bed, whipping a stick at her head.
“Can’t do that, Chesh. I’m not you.”
“You’re a riot Grayson. You should try stand up.” She ducked, poison on her blades so it wouldn’t be hard getting the other to start hallucinating. He’d fall pray to their plan. No matter what.
“The audience would kill you!”
Dick rolled off the bed and unzipped his bag, quickly throwing three Batarangs in her direction. He ditched a stick for a small tranq gun, and tossed another Batarang at her as he moved to the other corner. He was trying to keep moving and keep to the walls as much as possible. Making her come to him so he could get a clear shot.
“We should try a duo act. You seem to slay ‘em just fine.”
She dodged the Batarangs, the last one nearly cutting her cheek before she was flipping to swipe at his body. “You’re just full of talk Grayson. Can’t even believe he left to be with your broken self. I’ll make sure to end it soon.”
Lunging again, she nicked his arm and pulled her punch because she wasn’t here to get him all riled up for close quarters.
He winced at the slice and scooted around her, whacking her back with the stick to knock her off balance. He moved back to the bed, hoping she didn’t draw blood, but not daring to take his eyes off her long enough to check. She was moving too much for him to get a clear shot with the tranq, so he shoved under his belt.
“Guess he didn’t want to risk having to pay you if he stuck around any longer.” He used his eskrima stick to pitch his abandoned one into his free hand. ”Not that you’re worth much.”
She shouted at the pain in her back, slidding away and throwing about knife towards Dick. “It might worry you but he has never had to pay me a penny. You on the other hand. Have been the most expensive thing on his menu.”
“I will rid this world of your ugly face.” She hissed, lunging at him again, knocking the sticks away with a few kicks and jabbing his chest with a syringe needle.
Dick knocked her knife away, unfortunately leaving himself wide open in his anger. He fell back with a yell as she tackled him. He hissed as she injected him, tearing her arm away from him and pushing himself away. He didn’t know what might be in there, but he knew it couldn’t be mild. Cheshire didn’t do mild.
“Bitch,” he spat, the insult slipping past his lips unfamiliarly. He backed away, trying to find his sticks. ”The hell was that?”
She laughed, dark and wicked as she came over him, hand weaving into raven hair and tugging hard as she smashed his face into the wall and then roughly pushed him to the floor. She leaned down, whispering into his ear while a knee pressed into the small of his back.
“I got you know, Grayson…you’ll never be the same after this.”
Dick grunted in pain, forcing all his concentration into staying conscious. ”Fuck you, Cheshire. I won’t let you hurt him.”
His vision was getting hazy and doubled, and his body ached and burned. He jabbed an elbow back into her stomach, wrenching his back as he did. The fresh pain made him cry out as spots flew in front of his face. He had to stay alert. He had to get away.
Cheshire grunted in pain from the elbow to her stomach. Rolling off, she hissed again, throwing another knife at his arms to get him from moving. “To late you worthless litt—”
“Cheshire.” The booming authority in the voice was sound and it made the assassin stop in her tracks. She glared angrily at the shadows, rage filling her to kill Grayson.
“We meet again, Richard.” Talia’s voice cooed from the darkness.
Dick moved on instinct, but not fast enough to completely miss the knife. He hissed as it sliced across his tricep, grabbing the wound to stem the bloodflow. He started to turn toward Cheshire and froze at the voice.
“Fuck me….”
He looked up to the shadows, making out the silhouette of the smirking Talia. ”Why am I not surprised? Is this the same blood feud as before, or is this for some new offense on my part?” He shifted to lean back against the wall, keeping them both in his sight. ”So sorry about your snake.”
“At a later date Grayson. We don’t have time to sodomize you like the Archer family does.” Talia spoke up, ignoring his comment about the snake and circling him curiously.
“We are here, because this will set into motion, everything I’ve come to desire. The other instances were simply steps towards this very moment.” Cheshire shifted as she glared at Dick, still very aware that Talia could kill him before her at anytime.
“By the time you realize what’s going on. It’ll be too late. This, Grayson. Is the moment where you fall. Now do be a good boy and sleep for now.” Talia nodded her head and Cheshire jumped Dick quickly, feinting to punch him because he would dodge before giving him a high kick to the face.
Dick growled at the Archer comment, keeping his eyes on her as she moved. He wanted to know what she was planning, who it would hurt. He didn’t quite get it. He wasn’t important enough to be worthy of her time. He didn’t have anything to do with Talia except through—
Damian.
Dick opened his mouth to respond when he spotted the flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye. He dodged the punch, but turned into the path of her kick. The last thing he saw was Talia’s smirk as he collapsed on the floor.
Cheshire tracked him down with such ease it’s almost sickening how easy-going heroes are when it comes to their well being. Knowing fully well what she planned on doing to him. It has to be precise. She wondered though if she would have to do it in the hotel. It could get so messy.
Dick sunk into a deep half-sleep, running thoughts and images through his mind. His feelings about leaving, his worries about Damian, his stress from Roy and Wally all flit past his mind’s eye, sorting themselves and organizing. What should he focus on? What needed the most attention? What could he just ignore? He was settled deep in his trance, shut off from the outside world, with only a small perimeter alarm around the room.
She got in easier than she expected. Hm. So much for security. Scaling her way into Dick’s room, she unsheathed her knife, eyes glaring at the prone form. She did ever so hate when they couldn’t defend themselves. “Grayson.” She hissed softly.
The alarm gives him a small jolt, enough to pull him out of his trance. His eyes snap open when he hears her, and he springs to a crouch atop his bed.
“Cheshire. What are you doing here? Someone put out a contract on me?”
She didn’t move from her spot just yet. Eyeing him close and finding that this could go over more smoothly than she’d imagine. Administer the right poison and he’ll die in seconds.
“Not just any someone sugar plum. Your boyfriend did.”
Dick blinked, trying to make sense of what she said. Roy ordered his death? Roy sent Cheshire after him? That didn’t feel right at all. What had happened to Roy while he was gone?
He pulled his eskrima sticks from under his pillow, holding them up and ready for her attack. ”What did you do to him?”
“Nothing you haven’t already started.” She retorted, eyeing the weapons before feeling a rise of swelling confidence. This. It will be fun.
“I can’t wait to tear your heart out and feed it to him.” She laughed cruelly, pouncing when he least expected it.
He rolled off the bed with her pounce, using his sticks to deflect her arms. He rolled to a crouch in the corner, whipping around to face her again.
“Sucks for you, then. ’Cause you’ll be waiting a while.” He bolted toward the nightstand, ready to try whatever offense he could. His weapons were close now. He just needed her distracted.
She lunged for him the minute he jumped out the way. Better to get his blood pumping and then administer the toxin when his blood could do all the work for her.
“You only lived because you kept him happy. Now, that’s no longer a problem. So just lay there and take it.”
He kicked his bag under the bed across the room and leapt back onto the bed, whipping a stick at her head.
“Can’t do that, Chesh. I’m not you.”
“You’re a riot Grayson. You should try stand up.” She ducked, poison on her blades so it wouldn’t be hard getting the other to start hallucinating. He’d fall pray to their plan. No matter what.
“The audience would kill you!”
Dick rolled off the bed and unzipped his bag, quickly throwing three Batarangs in her direction. He ditched a stick for a small tranq gun, and tossed another Batarang at her as he moved to the other corner. He was trying to keep moving and keep to the walls as much as possible. Making her come to him so he could get a clear shot.
“We should try a duo act. You seem to slay ‘em just fine.”
She dodged the Batarangs, the last one nearly cutting her cheek before she was flipping to swipe at his body. “You’re just full of talk Grayson. Can’t even believe he left to be with your broken self. I’ll make sure to end it soon.”
Lunging again, she nicked his arm and pulled her punch because she wasn’t here to get him all riled up for close quarters.
He winced at the slice and scooted around her, whacking her back with the stick to knock her off balance. He moved back to the bed, hoping she didn’t draw blood, but not daring to take his eyes off her long enough to check. She was moving too much for him to get a clear shot with the tranq, so he shoved under his belt.
“Guess he didn’t want to risk having to pay you if he stuck around any longer.” He used his eskrima stick to pitch his abandoned one into his free hand. ”Not that you’re worth much.”
She shouted at the pain in her back, slidding away and throwing about knife towards Dick. “It might worry you but he has never had to pay me a penny. You on the other hand. Have been the most expensive thing on his menu.”
“I will rid this world of your ugly face.” She hissed, lunging at him again, knocking the sticks away with a few kicks and jabbing his chest with a syringe needle.
Dick knocked her knife away, unfortunately leaving himself wide open in his anger. He fell back with a yell as she tackled him. He hissed as she injected him, tearing her arm away from him and pushing himself away. He didn’t know what might be in there, but he knew it couldn’t be mild. Cheshire didn’t do mild.
“Bitch,” he spat, the insult slipping past his lips unfamiliarly. He backed away, trying to find his sticks. ”The hell was that?”
She laughed, dark and wicked as she came over him, hand weaving into raven hair and tugging hard as she smashed his face into the wall and then roughly pushed him to the floor. She leaned down, whispering into his ear while a knee pressed into the small of his back.
“I got you know, Grayson…you’ll never be the same after this.”
Dick grunted in pain, forcing all his concentration into staying conscious. ”Fuck you, Cheshire. I won’t let you hurt him.”
His vision was getting hazy and doubled, and his body ached and burned. He jabbed an elbow back into her stomach, wrenching his back as he did. The fresh pain made him cry out as spots flew in front of his face. He had to stay alert. He had to get away.
Cheshire grunted in pain from the elbow to her stomach. Rolling off, she hissed again, throwing another knife at his arms to get him from moving. “To late you worthless litt—”
“Cheshire.” The booming authority in the voice was sound and it made the assassin stop in her tracks. She glared angrily at the shadows, rage filling her to kill Grayson.
“We meet again, Richard.” Talia’s voice cooed from the darkness.
Dick moved on instinct, but not fast enough to completely miss the knife. He hissed as it sliced across his tricep, grabbing the wound to stem the bloodflow. He started to turn toward Cheshire and froze at the voice.
“Fuck me….”
He looked up to the shadows, making out the silhouette of the smirking Talia. ”Why am I not surprised? Is this the same blood feud as before, or is this for some new offense on my part?” He shifted to lean back against the wall, keeping them both in his sight. ”So sorry about your snake.”
“At a later date Grayson. We don’t have time to sodomize you like the Archer family does.” Talia spoke up, ignoring his comment about the snake and circling him curiously.
“We are here, because this will set into motion, everything I’ve come to desire. The other instances were simply steps towards this very moment.” Cheshire shifted as she glared at Dick, still very aware that Talia could kill him before her at anytime.
“By the time you realize what’s going on. It’ll be too late. This, Grayson. Is the moment where you fall. Now do be a good boy and sleep for now.” Talia nodded her head and Cheshire jumped Dick quickly, feinting to punch him because he would dodge before giving him a high kick to the face.
Dick growled at the Archer comment, keeping his eyes on her as she moved. He wanted to know what she was planning, who it would hurt. He didn’t quite get it. He wasn’t important enough to be worthy of her time. He didn’t have anything to do with Talia except through—
Damian.
Dick opened his mouth to respond when he spotted the flurry of movement out of the corner of his eye. He dodged the punch, but turned into the path of her kick. The last thing he saw was Talia’s smirk as he collapsed on the floor.