Don't Fear the Reaper

44) Best Way to Break the Ice is 60 Dead Bodies

A/N: this one is super long and I edited it instead of writing an essay I have due in the morning, so please comment a lot so that I can read them after I finish my paper as a reward. I need something to motivate me lmao 

The fight was in full swing and it was chaos. Remnants of smoke bombs made the air hazy as the bats fought off the attack. What started as 8 assassins quickly quadrupled the second Damian had entered the ballroom and though that usually wouldn't have created too many problems for the bats, they still had civilians stuck in the room.

They had ordered the YJ team not to get involved with the assassins and instead to just get as many civilians out as they could, but it wasn't going well.

Tim was the first one to sustain a serious injury. Damian and him had been fighting back to back when an assassin's sword had made it through both of their defenses. It was heading for Damian's chest too fast to be blocked with the youngest katana, but Tim was already in motion. The sword cut through his side, immediately drenching his suit with red.

"No!" Dick heard Damian yell from across the ballroom. The youngest quickly knocked out the closest assassins before he knelt down by their wounded brother, his hands holding tightly to the wound.

Dick was already halfway to them by the time Tim had hit the floor, fighting his way through the chaos without thinking. He was nearly there, only a few yards away, when everything turned to slow motion. He saw a throwing knife flying through the air and he tried to make himself run faster to get there in time, but it was pointless.

The knife hit Damian right in the chest, burying itself in precisely the right spot to miss the armored part of his suit and sink into his flesh.

"We need backup!" Dick yelled, as he finally reached his injured little brothers, standing over them in defense as the assassins tried to close in on them like hungry predators.

Another round of smoke bombs went off and Jason was suddenly by his side. His helmet hid his face, but Dick knew that the second eldest was furious. They fought together, their backs to each other as they did their best to defend their injured brothers, but the assassins were swarming like sharks drawn in by the smell of blood.

Bruce and Cass were trying to get to them, but the assassins just kept growing in numbers. Like a hydra from myth, for each one they took down, two more took their place.

The dark tint of air from the smoke seemed to haze everything in the room, until something caught his eye in the corner of the room and everyone— vigilantes and assassins alike— froze.

A sickening green glow cut through the smokey air as the lights in the roomed seemed to darken.

All at once, the figure, who had been standing like a stone statue, a dark sword held tightly by his side, darted forward.

The assassins seemed to panic, some of them even going far enough as retreating from the scene entirely, as the Reaper hunted.

The League didn't use guns often, not unless they either needed to kill from a distance or unless they needed it done fast. It was reserved for long range assassinations and for the targets that they really wanted dead, so when gunshots filled the room, Dick and Jason immediately moved to cover their little brothers. They held their ground, ready to feel the burning heat of the bullets piercing through their suits and bodies due to the close range, only to realize that the shots weren't aimed at them. They were no longer the targets.

Dick watched in horror as Reaper fell to the ground, bullet holes riddling his body. He felt fear grip him as he watched him die, but it was nothing like the fear the washed over him as he heard the teenager scream in agony as the suit glowed brighter.