The Rich Boy

Chapter 25 - The Co-Worker

The door was busted down and I gripped my softball bat, ready to fight. Deathstroke was still in his orange prison jumper, so I assumed he didn't have any concealed weapons on him. He made a grab for me but I swung hard and hit him in the side. He grounded and grabbed his waist to steady himself.

While he was distracted I turned my eyes towards Oliver who was huddled near the door.

"You're dead." I ran with my bat held high and swung. The hit landed on his leg. He crumpled to the floor writhing in pain and I took that opportunity to hit him again in his mid drift. I was so sick and tired of this guy. I heard Deathstroke start to regain his composure so I turned back towards him ready.

He glared at me then charged full speed. I swung my bat again but he caught it this time. "That won't work on me twice." He hissed. I spit in his good eye. He used the hand not holding the bat to try and wipe it away and I used that opportunity to kick him in the balls.

He groaned and doubled over, letting go of the bat. I swung again and hit him in the head. He was knocked out. I was out of breath and angry, so I turned my attention back on the one guy who was still conscious. Oliver was shaking with fear when I approached him.

"Mani Girl! I'm so sorry! H-He tricked me!" Oliver started crying and wetting his pants. Ugh, how gross. "I-I was just so angry! You always treated me like crap and you never gave me the time of day!"

"YOU"RE 30! WHY WOULD I DATE YOU?!" I swung the bat down hard on his side. He wailed. I swung again on the already injured leg. Then I dropped the bat and just started wailing on the guy. I kicked him, punched him, scratched him. I did anything I could to cause him immense pain.

"FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU!" I yelled as I attacked him. Unfortunately because of my one track mind, I didn't notice deathstroke regain consciousness. He gripped my hair and pulled me off of a passed out Oliver.

"You know little girl, I am just about sick of you." He growled. I thrashed against his hold. My adrenaline was on high alert. A roaring down the street made me calm down.

A devilish smile overtook my face, "Oh, now you're going to get it."

"What?" Deathstroke said. Jason's motorcycle sped down the street until it reached my house. He didn't even let it fall before he was climbing off of it and sprinting to us. "How did you call The Red Hood?" Deathstroke panicked. He dragged me into the kitchen and grabbed one of my mother's cooking knives.

"SLADE!" Jason roared from the front door.

"Jason! We're in the kitchen!" I yelled. A sharp pain erupted on the side of my face. Deathstroke slapped me.

"Shut up bitch!"

Jason bursted through the kitchen doors. He didn't wait for Deathstroke to do the whole villain speech about what he was doing or why he was doing it. He just pulled a gun and shot him in the leg. I screamed from the sound but as soon as Deathstroke loosened his grip I ran next to Jason. He dropped his guns into my hands and then walked up to Deathstroke.

"Didn't I tell you the next time you touch her, I'd kill you?" Jason's voice was eerily calm. But his face was etched in anger.

"You're attached to this one, huh little Red Hood?" He laughed maniacally. "Just know when I escape from Blackgate again, which I will, I'm coming for her. And nothing you say will stop me. I'll never stop hunting her. Not until the day I die-" Jason interrupted his speech by punching him straight in the jaw.

"Then die." Jason punched him again. And again. And again. Each blow was more devastating than the last. His gloves were starting to become stained with crimson. Deathstroke was just smiling. Even when his teeth were covered in blood he kept smiling.