Something is wrong. The team is not back yet, I think they were supposed to be a while ago. Canary, Batman, and Red Tornado are here. And all of them are tense. Which is surprising because one of them is an android and I didn't think they could show such emotions. I have a feeling that the team got themselves caught or lost, or perhaps worse.
"Batman someone needs to go in, they were supposed to report hours ago," Canary says.
"The area that we sent them to would require someone small to sneak in through the vents since they are likely expecting someone to come for the team," Red Tornados mechanical voice states. I peak at the screen behind them. It looks like the team was sent to a warehouse in Gotham, rather stereotypical if you ask me.
"They never pushed the emergency beacon," Batman says.
"Which, at this point, means they didn't get the chance to," Canary responds. "We need to figure out a way to send someone in and see what's happening."
"I could go in," I speak up and continue before Batman can protest walking towards the computer screen. "The vents are big enough for me to slip through and I have more missions under my belt than the team probably does, both recon and to take people down. I can go through the vents, locate the team, and find out what's going on. I'd use a comm to report to you. And you don't have to worry about me running because I'm guessing there's a tracker in the collar, am I right?"
"Yes," comes Batman's, may I say hesitant reply.
"Look, I know you don't like me but if there's one thing I'm good at, it's missions. I can get in there and find the team. Whoever got the team is expecting you, specifically, they won't expect me or see me coming for the most part," I say.
"How do you know they're waiting for me," Batman asks.
"One: it's Gotham and you typically don't let other heroes in. Two: honestly it's what I would do," I answer.
"She is the best option Batman," Canary tells him.
"Fine," Batman finally agrees.
(Timeskip)
Batman and Canary dropped me at a point that was a couple of blocks away from the warehouse that the team went to. I make my way towards the building, going roof to roof, as quickly as I can while still being cautious. Part of me regrets volunteering for this. I'm back in Gotham and nearly constantly looking over my shoulder although I doubt the man who attacked me before would know that I am here.
I'm also wearing a suit that's similar to my Demon one but it's all black and lacks lethal weapons. The red contact lenses have been replaced with a domino mask. I land on the roof of the neighboring building and crouch down while creeping towards the warehouse. Peaking over I see guards on the outside of the building on the ground and on the roof. Thankfully, my building is a little bit taller. There's a vent on the side of the building. I wait for the guard on the roof to move away before grappling over so that I am next to the vent against the wall. I quickly lift the vent and slip in, making sure to real the grappling hook back.
I creep forward in the vents. It's a bit of a tight fit, even for me. I peak through any openings, looking for the team or whoever caught them. Batman told me that the team had been sent here due to the unusual amount of activity and amount of guards. The guards also don't seem to be themed to one particular villain either, so the team was supposed to watch and attempt to find out what was going on and who was behind it. I think it's safe to say that they didn't do well on the "don't be seen part".
Finally, I look through an opening and spot the team. It doesn't look good. They're all sat rather close to one another, but they're tied up. Superboy has a small thing of kryptonite close to him. Miss Martian is unconscious, as is Zatanna, Rocket, Kid Flash, and Robin. Artemis and Aqualad are still awake but are injured. Well, they all are. I press on the comm in my ear.
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Of Ashes and Embers
FanfictionDemon is property of the League of Shadows. She's being trained as their weapon, a simple tool in their eyes. But, the young girl has always had doubts, never fully complying, never ready to kill. She lost hope of escape long ago, simply opting to s...