Saving Assassins

Chapter 8

Ryan

I woke up in the hospital meerly two hours later. I remembered nothing until I tried to move my arm. The pain kicked my memory and I remembered everything little by little. I got up, where is my sister? My head spun as I tried to reach the door. Poison. It was still in me. Then the door closed, I imagined my life gone. "Hello, son." I felt something pierce my neck as the Joker appeared. I pressed the button saying I needed assistance. But just like that, everything went black.

I woke up in a place that looked familiar. I was tied, no, attached, to a chair. It was metal. Then I realized I was in my old basement, sitting in my father's Electric Chair. I prepared myself for what was to come. I took myself back to when I was a kid. I suddenly heard the faint and loud voices of those my father tortured. I remembered my first time trying to run away after one of his victims was my mother.

Dick:

I sat at a desk in the Bat cave. My fingers didn't stop moving, because maybe the second they take a break will be the second somebody's heart stops. I dont know what I was doing. Then I got a call from Maya. I declined it quickly before continuing what I was doing. I was to focused to hear someone come in. "That isn't how you save someone. You're overexerting yourself over a computer, for what? There isn't even anything to find the way your just trying to jump to conclusions."

I turned, Bruce Wayne. His wheelchair made me feel guilty. "The second I let my guard down, or let loose, somebody will emd up like you, or worse. I wont let Joker take another victim." He smiled, "What, this? Nah, it just gives me a few less options and I dont have to walk everywhere. At least I'm not dead."
"He is." I nodded to the Batman suit. "Everything has to come to an end, Dick."

What was I doing? I was trying to save Kayla, but really only the hospital even could. To take down the Joker for the personal amount of crimes he's committed. To catch Dylan Banks for his criminal record. To avenge Bruce. "You can't save someone Mad, Dick. If you lose control, you end up playing the bad guys game. And if there aren't any good guys, there is no plus side. Nobody gets saved."

He rolled away before I could think of what to say. Tears formed in my eyes as I recalled the night the Flying Graysons had done their last act. No, you couldn't save everyone. But you can definitely try. Maya called again and I picked up for the first time. "Thank god. Ryan's missing. He hit his assistance button before he was gone. His window is broken too. You might know where to find him. I'm a little busy." I looked around. "Alright. Thanks. See you at Bruce's." Then I hung up. My eyes fell on a poster. It was of Dorothy in the Wizard of Oz. When did that get here? There's no place like home. I gripped my uniform, putting it on. I remember where Kayla lived. I found it on her record. I started one of the motorcycles before speeding off. I wondered what condition I would find Ryan in.

I got there about 10 minutes later. I had ran half a mile there so that they wouldnt hear me. You could tell it was guarded, but not very heavily. I found a gap and found my way to the house. I could find a way in from the roof. I used a grapple hook to get up there, still unnoticed. There was a slightly lighter tile coverong the house. It had a handle on it, I slowly pulled it up. All the guards were on the outside. It was a roof door. I dropped down and rolled, barely hearing myself. With how long I've done this, it was easy getting in.

I heard a loud scream as the lights flickered. The house was slightly shaking. I found the door leading downstairs and managed my way down. Then I stepped on a step that creaked. I fell through it as it broke, only it hadn't broken it was a trap. I landed in a small cell that was a glass container. I spotted Ryan in an electric chair, his shoulder bleeding. "Look who came to join the party!" Joker replied, laughing. I heard the sound of a rusty metal turning. Water began to fill the tank I was in. I banged on the glass before finally admitting my fear to myself. We were gonna die. Kayla probably was too. Ryan began to wake up and saw me, starting to freak out. "Ryan it's okay, remember the mission." We had gotten together to save Kayla. Was my kegacy really going to be Saving an Assassin?

Bruce:

I sat in a bed that turned into a wheelchair. I fumbled with a necklace that reminded me of my mother's. Being Batman was a big oart of me. Bruce was just a regular version. How could I do this without being him? I looked at my legs. I could punch them all day without feeling it. My door opened as Alfred and a blonde walked in. Alfred nodded to me. "Hello, Bruce Wayne, or should I say former Batman." She nodded at my limo legs, "My name is Felicity Smoak. I would like to say a bit about myself."

She smiled, I looked at her with a blank stare, how did she know who I was? "You see, one night my boyfriend, or fiance, Oliver Queen, asked me to marry him. That same night I was injured, paralyzing me from the waist down." I looked at her, "You look bery paralized." My reply was flat, emotionless. "My friend, Curtis, made a microchip to go in my back. After implant and rehabilitation, well, I'm good as new."

"Good for you." I nodded at her. I would do anything to walk again. To be him again. "I got him to make a little present for you. It usually costs a lot. Its free willn I believe the people deserve a fighting chance." She left a box on the stand as she walked out of the room. Alfred brought it to me. "A microchip imolant, huh?"