The New Teen Titans Part II: The Curse of al Ghul

Chapter 1: The Mission

The wind howled across the desolate pathways, where the once-thriving city now lay in ruins. Airstrikes were hitting the territory and there was a large concentration of terrorist fighters converging the valley. Russian soldiers were guarding several structures to protect their precious weapons cache so they could later use it to attack the U.S. military, all under orders from their perverse leader, Makarov.

Unbeknownst to Makarov, however, Damian Wayne, most known by his peers as Demon Head, had a whole task force organized for a covert mission. Armed with bombs and detonators, the Demon Head and his teammates were ready to invade their enemy forces to destroy the Russian weaponry.

The city was a maze of danger, where every step could be their last, but Damian was not afraid. No, he was born ready. The young man bundled up in his gear as he approached the enemy's compound, his teammates following right behind him. The buildings in the war-torn city seemed abandoned overall, but the distant sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed in his ears.

"Second missile!" Damian heard someone say from a distance.

Damian had to duck, using a ramp as cover to avoid being hurt. Above him was a helicopter spiraling out of control, nosediving into the ground like a flaming comet. More gunfire followed that, which meant that the Demon Head and his followers had to be very careful. As the dust settled, Damian cautiously pushed forward with his team to invade the first building, zooming in on the windows a few times to ensure they were clear.

To his left, Damian noticed Colin doing the same thing as he assessed his surroundings.

"I don't see anyone." Abuse pointed out, concerned.

"Me neither. Stay put." The Demon Head instructed. Just because they were alone didn't mean they were safe.

Jon-El, the Demon Head's right-hand man, nodded toward the stairs at the back of the building and asked, "Okay, ready?"

Damian nodded, "Let's go."

They all entered the building at the same time, slowly walking upstairs while checking all their surroundings to ensure they wouldn't fall victim to any sneak attacks. Surprisingly, there seemed to be no one around yet. The place was awfully quiet, which couldn't be a good sign.

At the end of the stairwell, to their right, was a partially open door. Jon, now taking the lead, ventured into the hallway ahead, moving as stealthily as possible. The lighting was dim, but they could all see how filthy the walls and the floor were. The hallway led to a series of other doors, but the hall was too narrow for more than one person to walk through, so they had to move slowly.

Undeterred, Jon-El went to the third door further down the hallway, while Demon Head and Abuse investigated the other rooms. The first door gave entrance to a room cluttered with papers, broken furniture, and, most importantly, discarded weapons with extra ammo strewn across the floor. Without hesitation, the Demon Head took some of the guns to himself. It never hurt to have extra ammo on his side. It was true that Father wasn't too fond of Damian's activities lately, but he couldn't care less about that, especially at critical moments like this.

"First deck clear!" Abuse announced to his team as he finished confiscating the other rooms.

"Yep, all clear on my end too." Jon concurred.

"We're moving to the second floor, then," The Demon Head said.

They headed to the second deck, which led to a closed metal door this time. Muffled shouts of Russian soldiers reached their ears, which could only mean one thing;

They were not alone.

Demon Head swung the door open and walked inside in silence, but suddenly, a burst of enemy gunfire erupted from the shadows. Bullets whizzed past them, prompting Colin and Damian to instinctively dive for cover to avoid the onslaught. Damian pressed forward again, not afraid to eliminate his opponents this time.