Partners with Raʼs al Ghul (Book two of FwMJ)

2

I was sent back to my jail cell after being scolded for trying to run out in the cold snow. The door was closed behind me and I sunk back into the corner of the room. I buried my head in my knees and took a deep breath. Another failed escape, another day trapped in an impenetrable prison. I looked up and over to my newly made bed. I reached over and pulled the sheets off, wrapping them around my frame. Leaning against the wall, I closed my eyes, trying to control the rogue thoughts floating around my mind.

We're never leaving.

We're never going home.

We're dead.

No one cares.

I sighed and curled up against the wall. This was going to be another long night.

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I woke up to the door creaking open. Small amounts of sunlight were escaping from the crack as a masked person sung the door open more. I glared, trying to allow my eyes to adjust to the sudden amount of light. A tray was placed on the bed and the person started to walk away. Not learning from last time, I summoned the tiny amount of power I had to escape the room again. I landed just outside the wall, and looking up I could see my room. Instead of trying to go down the mountain like all of the other times, I ran right towards the cliff. 

Let's pray that we don't die. Then I realized it as I was jumping. Hey, I'm pulling an Annabeth. Oh yeah, I had totally forgotten about that. She went off a cliff the first time I met her.

Fond memories really. 

I watched as levels and levels of mountain rock passed me as I sailed down from jumping. I wonder if Percy and Annie felt the same as I do now, since they did that whole, "jump into Tartarus thing," quite fun I might add. Not really, who actually enjoys Hell?

I was falling for what seemed like thirty minutes, realistically only two at most, when the bottom seemed to be reaching me. I tried to summon my powers but they were still a no go. So, doing the next best thing, I braced for impact. I landed hard in the snow. Thankfully there was so much of it that I wasn't badly hurt. My body would be feeling that landing for a couple of days though.

I looked up towards the mountain to see a disappointed Ra's. He was preparing himself to jump so I started running like a mad man. He couldn't blame me for trying to run, he gave me so many opportunities. 

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Now I'd love to say that I had been able to get away, but... I didn't. Ra's reached me faster than I had expected and grabbed onto my shoulder, locking me in his hold. I groaned in pain as his fingers dug into my shoulder blade, and I was moved into a kneeling position. Ra's walked in front of me, still hold me down.

"What did we just talk about?" His voice was plain.

"I... I just want to go h-home." I cried out as he dislocated my shoulder. That really hurt.

"You don't have a home di Angelo." I glared at him, almost growling.

"I have... a home."

"Where?" By this point, my body had pretty much given up on me. I caught myself with my non-dislocated left arm and panted. 

"I... home... J..." Ra's scooped me up and we headed back to the prison. I was tired and in pain once again.

"Di Angelo... the Joker died." I looked at Ra's bewildered.

"What?"