Sins of the Father // Book 2 of the Siren Series

Chapter 4: i love you//BLUE

Chapter 4: i love you//BLUE

I couldn't decide on a song for the title, so listen to i love you and BLUE by Billie Eilish while you read <3

⚠️‼️TW: blood, gore, bring tissues‼️⚠️

02:37
Gotham City
6 Months Ago

"What the hell did you do?!"

The voice shook Cora out of the trance she was in, causing her to turn her head towards Dick. Her hands trembled, caked with maroon blood. It sunk into the crevices of her fingers, sticking to her nails. The smell rising from her suit was enough to cause Dick to gag, bile churning in his stomach, and he covered his mouth with his arm.

"He's dead."

Her voice shattered the silence as her eyes darted across the floor rapidly. Dick had come down from his room, and found Cora kneeling in the entrance of the Manor. Her suit was stained, the white scales turning red. She had tracked bloody footprints in, the front door wide open when he found her. She was just there, muttering about something he couldn't quite decipher. At first he thought the blood was hers, but it wasn't enough.

"Who's dead?"

Jason's voice called sleepily from the top of the stairs. His hair was tousled, the white tangling with the black, and his sweatpants hung low off his hips. His tanned chest glimmered in the moonlight as he rubbed his eyes, taking in the scene. He noticed the blood, watching it start to spread around the wood floor. He sprinted down the steps, skidding to a halt by her side, "Are you hurt?"

"Slade, he...he killed him," Cora whispered, her voice breaking, "He killed him."

"What?"

Jason's whisper filled her ears, and her gaze turned steely. Her face was stoic, the emotion gone, leaving a blank gaze that made him furrow his brows. He set his hand on her arm, going to lift her hand up, and she snatched it away, her body stiffening. Without a word she stood, grabbing her trident off the floor. She pushed past them both, her shoes tracking crusted sand and blood across the hardwood as she sprinted up the steps. Dick pulled out his phone, an alert chiming from it, and he placed a hand over his mouth. Jason stood there dumbfounded as he heard a door slam, and water turn on. Dick softly nudged his shoulder, and he turned his gaze to him.

"Fuck," he breathed out, snatching Dick's phone from his hands.

A news report was playing, the headline reading 'Bodies found at the Gotham Shipyard'. He could feel his blood chilling in his veins as he slowly turned the volume up.

"Reports are coming in that the mutilated body of Slade Wilson, also known as Deathstroke, has been found at the Gotham Shipyard," the reporter said, her eyes glittering with suspense, her voice monotone, "Gotham PD is en route to the scene, and our camera crew has accessed the tapes, but be warned, the following footage is graphic."

The scene flipped to a hazy camera taping of the scene. The film was grainy, lines and static cutting through it every few seconds. However, the gaps of film were enough for Jason to see Cora ripping Slade to shreds. Her nails sliced deep into his chest, pulling his skin apart like butter. Blood squirted from his wounds, splattering the pearl white of her suit as she tore him to pieces. The footage cut to her stomping on his face, and spitting on his body before it cut again. She was walking towards a duffel bag, her face blurred out by the rocky footage. The screen went black, and the reporter appeared once more.

"Who is this girl, and did she do Gotham a favor?" She questioned, shifting a stack of paper in her hands, "This is Vicki Vale for Gotham News, signing off."