The One-Seven

Chapter 29: And It All Falls Down

He didn't know where he was, all he knew was that it was dark. Were his eyes closed, or was it just that dark out? What happened? What the hell was going on? He tried to move his arms but they weren't responding to him. He tried the same with his legs, but was met with the same response. Was-was he paralyzed? No...no that wasn't right, he could feel something poking him in the arms and legs. Like they were being pressed down by a tremendous weight.

He wracked his brain, and tried to think back to where he'd been and what he'd been doing. In a flurry, the memories of the previous several hours came rushing back to him.

Winston.

The breakout.

Harley Quinn.

The Bat.

Bane.

He coughed, something, the roof more than likely, was pressing down on his chest extraordinarily painfully. His shield had protected him for the most part, and he must have just managed to hold out long enough to avoid being crushed entirely by the collapsing building.

He let out a soft groan, and decided that he desperately needed to figure out his way out the mess. He must have been buried beneath a fair bit of rubble, because he was surrounded by inky blackness, and couldn't make out even his nose in the darkness. He gave his fingers and arms an experimental wiggle, but found that he couldn't move them, though his fingernails did scrape across the cold and granular surface of concrete.

Growling in frustration, he tried to flex his muscles and force the debris off of him, but a sharp pain tore through his arms and his pecs and he had to bite back a scream of agony. It felt like he'd torn something, or rather like he'd torn several somethings. Biting down on his lip, he considered his options for a brief moment, before sighing in annoyance.

Loathe as he was to do it, he was truly seeing no other option than to vapor travel. A flash of anger and annoyance coursed through him, but there was simply no helping it. Closing his eyes for a moment, he concentrated and focused on the nearest body of water he could find. Lucky, they were quite literally on an island, so finding nearby water was far from tricky. With an agitated sigh, he called upon his father's powers. As though it was all too eager to answer its master's command, his father's element cocooned around him in a comforting embrace, before the weight of the building disappeared from on his limbs. A moment later, the pain in his body began to disappear as he found himself in the comforting embrace of the sea.

He didn't know how long he stayed in the icy waters, allowing the cool water to heal his battered body. Entirely too soon however, his tranquility was interrupted.

"Detective Jackson, Detective Jackson are you there? I saw that you disappeared from the debris of the building. Are you there?"

"Hey Alfred," Percy said, his voice coming out hoarse and rough. "You were monitoring me? How?"

"Satellite imaging," he said, sounding rather relieved,

"Of course you have a satellite," Percy grunted, closing his eyes and trying to will away the pain in his joints. "How long was I out?"

"Three hours,"

"Damn," He grunted, "What I miss?"

"Not too much," Alfred said coyly, "Batman destroyed the Titan Venom production facility in the botanical gardens, the Joker let Poison Ivy out of her cell, and her plants became infected with the Venom and nearly destroyed the island. Dr. Young was murdered, and Warden Sharp is being confined in Intensive Care."

Percy let out a slow breath. "Jesus. Fucking. Christ."

"Indeed,"

"What's happening now?"