For You

Crash and Learn

Delirious takes a hard swing at a mirror that he had placed in the room. Along with dummies, other weapons, and targets. The mirror cracks under the hard pressure of the bat and it webs out. Everywhere.

There. Much better.

Because this is the true Delirious.

Broken. Shattered. Abused. Done for.

For life.

And who caused it all?

Delirious gives his cracked reflection and murderous glare, then a sinister smile. A laugh starts to come from his chapped lips as pieces of the mirror begin to fall.

Yes.

That's right.

Break into anew.

No longer see through.

No more good guy.

Delirious is here to stay.

"One thing she never did...was tuck me in..." Delirious whispers as he picks up a fragment of the mirror, bat swung over his shoulder. "Never kissed my forehead..." His grip tightens on the fragment, cutting himself in the process as blood starts to make it's appearance.

Red.

Delirious could get used to seeing red.

He throws down the bloody piece and heads for the door, grabbing a loaded revolver on the way out.

"Well she sure as hell can kiss her own self goodnight."

xxxxx

Brian watches all the memories he had Brock shared.

Apparently, he has a memory enhancer chip or something because he can watch them just like a movie.

It's strange. Knowing you've been asleep for three years. Imagine how Captain America must've felt. Brian sighs and sits up on the bed. Some of his muscles feel stiff and some of his limbs ache. His head is pounding and his temple hurts.

Brian hasn't been able to get any sleep either so his....um....human eye is about red, and he has bags.

He would go to sleep, but why do that when there's so many memories of Brock.

Brock...

Brock was going to be his fiance. He remembers buying the ring. He remembers thinking about what to say and how to bring it up. Every detail.

He even remembers falling for Randall's trap. He create the perfect ring, and in return, Brian becomes a guinea pig for his latest enhancement.

But one turned into too many, and enhancements turned into surgeries.

The painful, awful, terrible surgeries-

"Brian-!"

The mentioned is shaken from his small sleep - which he didn't know he was in - and he whips his head around to face Craig who had a concerned look in his eyes.

"Are you ok, buddy? You looked like you were having a day nightmare..."

"I-..."

"Here. Have a glass of water."

Brian hesitantly takes it, looking at it suspiciously because that's how he got messed up in the first place. But the HUD showed a little scanner scanning the innocent looking water and showed different things like stats, info...

And that there's no drugs in there.

Huh. Brian could get used to this robotic eye thing.

"Don't worry, I didn't spike it. Even though that's my fucking jam." Craig mumbles but quickly perks up. He gives Brian a lopsided smile and pushed his glasses back up his nose. Brian examined Craig for the first time and found out a lot of stuff.

Blood type, hormone level, heart rate, healing bruises and- oh god,  was that a hickey??

Brian averted his eyes to the ceiling and cursed the red eye he was forced to bear.

"So...uh..erm...how's your..stab
..wound?" Brian asked with a bit of shame. The Tyler guy nearly punched his face in when they meet face to face properly. "Eh," Craig started. "Healing. I mean, it kind of hurts once in a while but I've been stabbed before. Tyler acts like I haven't. Fucking nerd." He said with a roll of his eyes. Brian knew it was an attempt at humor but Brian couldn't smile right now. He couldn't.

"Hey, uh...Craig?"

"Yeah?"

"Is that a hickey?"

"What the fu-" Craig rushes off the bed Brian is sitting on and flies into the bathroom. It's silent for a minute before Craig is groaning.

"That fucking- cunt flap! I didn't want hickeys! Now Marcel will give me so much shit for this..."

"Uh... cunt flap? You mean Tyler?"

"...yes."

"Does this mean you two are a thing now?"

"...yes."

"You don't sound too excited." The half robot points out. He senses Craig's temperature rise, along with heart rate and the agent rushes out of the bathroom and to the door.

"I'm sorry. I have to talk to him-"

"Wait!"

The desperate cry escaping Brian's lips catch the smooth talker off guard and he looks at his somewhat friend in concern.

"I...I...I want to find someone...a-and-"

"You want to find your lover?"
"Yes. I do. Please, Craig."

The Brit lets go of the door and gives Brian a determined look. "I'll do whatever it takes. We'll find him. Together?"

"Together..."

xxxxx

"I want him dead."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"There'll have to be a price for that."

"I don't have time for jokes, boy."

"It's actually Deadshot."

"I mean it!"

"And I mean there's a price. Or else there's no kill."

"..."

"So. Do we have a deal? Or not?"

"Fine. State your price."

"Good choice."

Ahohoho, who's talking at the end? Will Brock and Brian reunite? Will Tyler stop giving Craig hickeys? Will Lui mess up? WILL Delirious get his first kill? And who will it be? ( 'ิิ,д´ิ) All these questions that some will be answered...

Some will not.

*dramatic organ and lightning*

//IM SO SORRY FOR ALL THESE CHANGES IN CHAPTERS. NEXT CHAPTER SHOULD HAVE ONE MAIN POINT. I'M SORRY.