I wrote this and then I realised I had completely forgot about Conner and had to rewrite him in it. *dramatic sigh*
At some points you can really tell I forgot he was a person.
The gunshot echoed around the manor as pure terror flooded the hearts of everyone in the room. The door to the kitchen flung open colliding deafeningly with the wall, leaving a slight dent as Conner flew (a/n not literally, sucks to be him since he can't fly) into the kitchen, only pausing to stand horrified, his pale face staring at the bloody mess growing on the floor.
Pain, that was the first thing he registered, pain. Immense, burning, hot, smouldering pain. It felt as if several needles covered in acid had plunged into his skin, setting his insides on fire.
The next thing he realise was he was screaming, or maybe someone else was screaming as he couldn't pin point the noise. He wasn't dead though, that he was for sure, that's good ,right? Despite not being dead, the sheer excoriating amount of pain that shot through his body like fire, made him realise that if he didn't act soon he would bleed to death. White spots already dazed his vision and his head felt like it had exploded making him wonder how much more painful death could really be.
On impact the bullet had shaken his whole body forcing him to stumble backwards, a few steps away from the mercenary who like everyone else in the room was staring at him yet unlike the others he was not staring in horror and fear instead his whole composure screamed infuriatingly calm, as if asking him to continue on his path to strangle him.
Jason took a step forward, forcing his body to move arms outstretched in front of him, in a grabbing motion as he attempted to cause at least some pain to the mercenary, but with the first step he fell flat on his face, screaming out once again as his bullet wound on his shoulder collided with the hard floor.
This wasn't good, he told himself as if somehow admitting it would cause him less pain.
"Jason!" Screamed someone in the room, yet Jason couldn't make out who had said it, his ears were ringing so much that he barely made out the word. He quickly attempted to move to lay on his back, though as he adjusted his body he felt a slight itch at the back of his throat almost making gag feeling an overwhelming urge to cough, letting out an painful heave which made his throat already sore from screaming a hundred times worse. His worst fears were pretty much confirmed when he saw blood splutter out his mouth at his cough.
"Oh shit" he stumbled quietly out, his breathe increasing making his chest ache.
Tim's okay, he told himself, Dicks okay. He had done his job and that's all that mattered.
"Jason" a croaked voice made out, his ears had stopped ringing enough to recognise the voice of Tim. His voice sounded old and broken, probably due to the 200 pound man on his chest. But his voice also sounded sad and Jason doubted that was due to the man on his chest, maybe Tim had lost all hope in him surviving this but Jason knew he had to survive, for his brothers, for Bruce, for Alfred and most importantly because he would never live it down if he died at the hand of Slade Wilson.
That's just embarrassing.
"You bastard" another voice growled out furiously sounding like the devil had possessed her normal feminine voice, there is no way in hell Barbara Gordon cared that much about him. She had always hated him, always teased him and was always annoyed whenever Jason spoke to her and yet here she is standing up to Deathstroke for him.
You learn something new everyday.
He suddenly felt soft, shaky,hands on him, placing pressure on his wounds making him groan. "Your going to be ok" Barbara whispered kindly in his ear, her voice trying it's best to sound soothing whilst all she felt was pure anger and hatred. Jason briefly wondered what happened to cause such a drastic change in Barbara's behaviour, oh yeah, he thought to himself smiling slightly, he got shot. If he knew getting shot would make Barbara finally like him, he would of done it ages ago.
"Language" Wilson taunted patronisingly wagging his finger as if he were talking to children, well children who weren't heroes "I still have more bullets left wouldn't want me planting a bullet in Timothy's head now would you"
Barbara let out a small growl, her eyes filled with pure rage and her face flushing red as she stared into the cold mask belonging to Slade. Artemis quickly paced forward coming to stand next to the red head, planting a reassuring hand on her shoulder, to somewhat calm her down and act as a restraint should she decide to charge at Deathstroke.
"Now before I have to shoot Tim as well. Where. Is. He." Deathstroke growled his voice so low that it sent shivers down everyone's spine, sucking the remaining heat from the kitchen and making goose bumps appear on several of the occupants skin.
"We have no idea, we've already told you" Barbara's called out her voice shaky though clearly trying her best to hide her fear, if Slade didn't let them go soon then Jason would die...
"The I suppose Tim will die....."
The next few things happened all at once that it was impossible to keep up. Deathstroke swung his gun arm into the air pointing the gun directly above Tim's head who flinched, clutching his eyes shut, croaking out in fear. Everyone in the room screamed out, attempting to lunged forward (apart from Jason for just kinda rolled) but before they could make a singular step, a low rumble admitted from behind the walls, before finally turning into a huge crash as a dozen Slade bots crashed through the walls like they were paper blocking the path to Tim. The bots dived themselves at the team, who quickly jumped to the side, dodging the sudden attack.
"TIM" someone screamed though the sound was muffled by the sounds of fighting as the team attempted to claw there way through the bots, though to no avail as there was just to many of them.
A swift heavy punch from Conner sent one of the bots flying across the room landing with a huge crash against the cooker. Conner's powers were back and as he realised this he let out a huge roar channelling his anger to jump through the air plunging his fist down through one of the bots Damian was skilfully fighting. Wait, Conner thought to himself, since when could Damian fight like that.
More and more Slade bots poured through the hole in the room, until it was becoming hard to move, let alone fight. For every bot they destroyed at least two more poured through the wall and now both Tim and Slade were completely out of sight. Conner couldn't even make out Jason anymore, fearing that he was getting trampled.
"Jason!" He called out through the battle.
"I've got him" someone he thought to be Barbara's yelled out as relief filled the room.
His relief however was quickly overpowered by the impending sense of doom, Tim and Deathstroke had completely vanished and the robots appeared to be winning this very one sided fight. They're side was complete with state of the art machinery and weapons, as well as the fact for everyone one of the team there was at least three robots whilst Conners side was merely half a injured team of heroes and a couple of rich kids one of which was bleeding to death, another one trying her best to stop the bleeding and the other one only 9 years old yet seemed to be destroying more robots then the team put together.
He tried his best to fight back against the machines but when he punch them it caused more damage then good since he would send them flying across the room and most likely into one of the team. They couldn't risk anymore injuries.
Kaldur was holding his own, yet it wasn't enough, they had to be quicker before the sheer amount of robots crushed them alive. Artemis was perched on top of the fridge trying to provide cover for Barbara and Jason whilst Barbara tried her best to stitch his wound with the very limited resources available to her, whispering soothing words in Jason's ear.
Damian was flying through the room with unbelievable grace, swinging his katana through the mass of bots clearing a path. Yet it still wasn't good enough. There was just far too many.
A tiny patter of feet caught Conners attention, it sounded distant though it was gaining closer and closer to them every millisecond signalling that whoever this was, wasn't a normal person. A speedster, he thought quickly, a spark of hope flickered inside him. He only knew of two speedsters and both of them would help them win this fight.
The broken door to the kitchen swung open once again revealing a fast swirl which no one could make out, drawing everyone's attention to the speeding shape of a man who quickly dove at all the Slade bots powering through the machines. Almost instantaneously, another speeding Boulder crashed through the wall taking out almost ever bot in seconds, red lasers admitting from his eyes firing at the remaining few bots as the speedster ran one last lap of the kitchen before drawing to a stop next to the boy scout. Superman and the Flash.
"Where's Dick!" Superman called out desperately X-ray eyes scanning the room quickly panicking when he noticed the absence of the boy.
"He's fine but Slade took Tim" Conner replied quickly surprised at his mentors sudden appearance but his surprise quickly dispersed when he realised the severity of the situation.
Everyone in the room gasped out as someone muttered "no" sounding completely terrified. They all suddenly noticed the disappearance of both Tim and the mercenary. Damian to everyone's shock fell to his knees still clutching his katana as if it were a lifeline, his eyes were watery looking as if he had tried to hold back tears the entire fight.
"I failed" he muttered so quiet it was barely heard, his body shaking as he rocked back and forth on his knees.
"Tim" a desperate, saddened voice croaked drawing everyone's attention to Jason who was still bleeding on the floor despite Barbara's best efforts, on the edge of consciousness.
"Jason" Flash and Superman called out running over to the boy, noticing the alarming amount of blood.
"Your going to be okay" Clark whimpered remembering the last time he saw the boy like this,the day he died and he was determined to never let that happen again.
Flash moved his hand up to the comm resting in his ear rapidly pressing the emergency button "Prepare the medbay" he practically screamed through the comm, sweat forming on his face and desperation lacing his voice.
Superman hesitantly cradled the boy, who was still calling out for Tim.
"Flash take him to the nearest Zeta" he ordered sternly, as Jason tried his best to shake his head but just ended up in more pain then before.
"Tim" he called out again, his voice croaky, as if it were the only word he could speak.
Flash carefully took the injured boy of Superman, gently moving him in his arms to find a comfortable position. He nodded sternly to Superman before running off the quickest he could manage without disturbing Jason even more.
Clark turned to the group of children, he looked awful, his hands still covered in the blood of Jason which he wiped slowly down his uniform. He tried to look stern and commanding yet all he wanted to do was crumple down to the floor in disparity. He was haunted by the flashbacks of the day Jason died, how Bruce cradled his broken body and how he tried practically everything to resuscitate him until he gave up. Clark remembered how he tried to comfort the broken family, to no avail. They couldn't go through that again, it wasn't fair.
He also remembered the day Dick got taken by the same psychopath who had just taken Tim and as he remembered the broken boy that returned, he had a new sense of disgust and anger.
"Find Tim" he growled out, shocking the team who had never heard him sound anything but happy and calming. The team immediately nodded and starting searching the area.
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"It's been ages please Wally" Dick whined desperately pulling on his friends arm.
"I can't Dick" Wally responded refusing to look into his best friends sorrowful eyes, he knew he was doing the right thing keeping Dick here, yet he couldn't help but feel guilty.
"Look Wally the fight will be long over by now, they could be injured and need help" Dick practically screamed out in frustration hitting his arm hard against the rocky floor "Wally think of the team, they could be dying!"
Wally groaned aloud,scrunching his face up in frustration, Dick was right. Not only was Dick stuck here not able to do anything but so was he and he was also right about the fact that the team could be bleeding to death and needed immediate help.
"Fine" he answered hesitantly, Dicks head propping up quickly "but if there's any trouble we're leaving straight away"
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"He's not here" M'gann spoke up suddenly, she had woken up only moments before, sorrow filling her voice as everyone's heads snapped towards her direction daring her to carry on " I can't sense them anywhere" she admitted not moving her head from the floor.
"That's impossible" Barbara stuttered her eyes wide.
"Your doing it wrong, try again" Damian growled furiously, his hand still clutches around his katana.
"I'm sorry" She murmured as Superman flew back into the kitchen.
They all looked up at him hope filling there chests only to be broken once they caught sight of his eyes, despair and anger filling them "I've searched miles" he whispered quietly yet the words were heard by everyone "They've completely disappeared"
"Whose completely disappeared" a cold shaken voice asked hesitantly, snapping everyone's heads towards the broken door of the kitchen at the new voice.
Everyone's broken eyes met the confused and scared eyes belonging to Wally and Dick.