Bethany Ford - A Young Justice Novel (Robin/Dick Grayson Romance) [Completed]

Chapter 37: Revenge

Bethany's POV:

I dashed at Blaze, anger seething through my body as I shot a rapid barrage of exploding arrows. I was only about five feet away from her, so I hoped she wouldn't have enough time to react.

She raised up a hand and all of my first arrows shriveled up into ash and fell at her feet. But she didn't see the second barrage that I had shot when she was distracted. Her eyes widened as the arrows shot right at her face and exploded right when they touched her. I tossed six smoke pellets down at the ground in front of her.

Smoke billowed everywhere and I used that confusion to reattach my guns to my arm straps and grab both knives and dash to where I saw Blaze standing last. I spotted a staggering shadow up ahead and jumped through the air at it.

I extended my leg and landed hard on Blaze's head, hearing a small crack. As Blaze grunted in pain, I touched down onto the ground and charged her again, both knives extended. At this point, I was just acting on impulse. I was so angry that I simply allowed vengeful instincts to take over my body. I didn't care how much I wore my body out, I just wanted to hurt her as much as she had hurt me.

And then I'd kill her.

I was dual wielding the two knives to slash at her repetitively, spinning and flipping around her. Each time I swung and stabbed, my knives met the soft flesh of skin. The sounds of Blaze's cries and shouts gave me so much satisfaction. I even started to feel the band around my chest alleviate each time I heard her cry out in pain. I knew that the satisfaction that I was feeling was disgusting, but I couldn't help it. She deserved this and so much more pain. And I was going to deliver.

After I stabbed her in what I thought was her back, I had to take a step back to clean off the knives. They were getting a little difficult to hold because they were starting to get slippery. I stepped back from the clouds of dirt and explosion.

I looked down at the knives and was surprised to see that blood covered them. That's why they were so slippery. At first I felt really sick that I had done that to someone, but I realized deep down, I actually relished in the satisfaction that I had cut Blaze up so much.

I looked up to see what Blaze looked like. When the smoke cleared, she stepped forward. The only evidence that I had even touched her was the blood that was dripping all over her body. But the gashes I had made in her were already healing quickly. Her hair was set ablaze and her eyes were so fiery that the flames reached the top of her head. In her outstretched hands were orbs of fire. She was angry.

I tossed the bloody knives on the ground, too lazy to wipe them off on my costume. I fingered my butt-length cape, anticipating her to throw her fireballs. I looked at her with a smile as crazy as how I felt.

"You look a little angry now," I spat her own words back at her. I kept a firm grip on my cape as I put a finger to my lip innocently, "Whoops."

She let out a battle cry and threw both arms out at me, streams of fire barreling towards me. I swung my cape in front of me as I fell into a crouch. With my cape acting as a protective dome around me, the fire passed overhead and around me, as if it just bounced off. Fireproof cape.

Inside my little dome, I started to sweat. The cape-dome was heating up like a full on sauna. But I had to wait out her fire throw. Carefully, without breaching the dome I had made, I reached to my side and grabbed my extendable staff. This one was different from my old one. After Robin and I had battled Blaze earlier today, he provided a better staff made of an alkali of strong metals that wouldn't melt, even on planet Mercury. Something about Kyrptonian metals. Once the stream of fire paused, I took this as my chance.