Starfire The Terrible

Fathers

-CyborgsPOV-
This isn't over. Starfire will pay for her crimes, all of them. I laughed out loud. And the punishment is death!

My battery only had power enough for two shots, I'll make them count, it'll be the last thing she'll see.
She killed Donna. I kill her.

As I marched down the hall, beads of anxious sweat rolled off my skin. She went down this way. I know she did. I gritted my teeth, I couldn't manage my sore breathing. There. I see her. She'd been doing something in her room. This was it. I couldn't taste revenge, I tasted justice. Long, overdue, justice.

A hand wrapped over my mouth, my human eye saw a face with blue eyes and black hair. Dick. I thought immediately.

No. No, it's Bruce. It has to be Bruce. His piercing blue eyes reminded me of Dick somehow. I turned around to face Bruce but I couldn't shake the image of Dick from my head.

I stared at him a bit confused, my breathing slowed and quieted down. "Dick?" His eyes narrowed. I managed a shaky smile. "Dick. Dick, man." I reached forward and squeezed his shoulders. "Dick, I've missed you."

"Victor." Dick laid his hand on my shoulder. I pulled him into a hug instinctively with a wide smile on my face but Dick didn't hug back. "I've missed you so much, I'm so glad your back." I interrupted his next sentence. He was quiet for a moment and I felt him pat my back lightly.

"No, I'm not Dick. It's me, Bruce."

"Ah," I pulled away with a small laugh and ruffled his hair, he always loved that. "You can't fool me, gel boy!"

He frowned. Wasn't he glad to see me too? "We have to stay quiet. Starfire could hear us." Oh, smart man. I nodded.

"I'm Not Richard. Can't you see me, Victor? I Am Bruce," His image twitched, from Bruce to Dick, to Dick to Bruce. No, don't fade away, be Dick Grayson for just a little longer. "Bruce Wayne. I Am Not Richard Grayson."

His voice was deeper. It wasn't Dick. I was just hallucinating, his voice was Dicks because of my memory storage, I probably believed too hard that he was Dick, making me process Bruce's voice into his. "Do you see me, Victor?"

"I see and hear you clear, Bruce." My voice was unusually low, even for me. I looked to the weird triangle zig zagged red carpet.

"Damian told me what happened."

"How? He couldn't have-" He cut me off.

"Communicator."

"How'd you build those?"

"With tools." He paused. "Victor," his voice softened, "we can't risk anything."

I looked at him. I could tell by his solid face that I was glaring but I didn't care, his title as Batman or used to be playboy doesn't matter anymore. He just lost my respect. "Can't risk anything? Did you just say that? She killed Donna."

"Reacting with anger isn't going to get us anywhere." He responded with a calm smooth voice.
I pointed towards Starfires room, angered that he can be so calm with what happened. "She responded with anger! She's always-"

"She's going to loose. You know that. Now keep your voice down." His eyes challenged me, daring me to do something. I sighed.

"Why? What's the worst that can happen? She's already-"

"She can hurt Mar'i. Torture her, kill her. It's not a crazy assumption considering what she's done already."

I crushed my teeth together. He's right, Star is that crazy. If she looses we all lose, or that's how it is was anyway. "Assuming makes an ass out you and me. You mostly."