I'll Never Lose... [Babs X Jason / Azrael X Cass Fanfiction]

Where Are The Boys?

Deep under the Wayne Manor was a cave. Endless and damp, with way too many bats. Stalagmites loomed over any teenage soldier or middle-aged evildoer that was taken there. It wasn't a very safe cave, but it was home to Mr. Wayne and many others. Bruce sat in his comfy Bat-Chair, watching the massive Bat-Screen before him. Something would happen any minute now. It was one of those nights, a little while after some world ending event was stopped by Superman™ in front of the entire world. Things would cool down, but then the menial bullshit would start up again. This was the night of menial bullshit indeed.

The big red button on Bruce's keyboard lit up, and like clockwork, he slammed his big meaty fist down on top of it. A box with Gordon's face on it popped up on the Bat-Screen. The commissioner was not looking too El Goodo. "Bruce, my daughter, she's missing. You have to find her, this is on yo-"

The commissioner was interrupted by a frosty cunt called Victor Fries. "Haha! I have captured two, two of your friends!", the Bat-Screen flashed an image of Jason and Barbara, looking mildly inconvenienced, then back to Freeze.

"What will you do now, Batman? You will do nothing! For you, Batman, are like a mammal in a blizzard, and I am the blizzard! You are like the boy who want his pie, and I am your mother that says 'No'! You are like the...", Freeze went on like a crackhead Skeletor for a while.

Batman thought while Freeze kept making up analogies. Bruce wouldn't get any clues out of Freeze, it wasn't part of his frosty gimmick. Only one thing to do. He cut off Freeze in the middle of "You are like a rock, and I am a tourist that will write his name on that rock!" and sent out a message to the rest of the family.

-Crowbar and Maul are missing, I repeat, xXX_I_HATE_MY_DAD_XXx and Nolegshaha are missing. Cold One is the primary suspect.-

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The cold Gotham night was a little warmer with a friend. Jean-Paul learned this when he met Cass Cain, another autist that was bred to be an assassin. She was with him now. Both were laying down on the roof of the Waynecorp Customer Service building. One of their favorite pastimes was counting helicopters. Tonight they saw 24, and a couple of them belonged to other heroes! Jean-Paul's Bat-Watch buzzed, and the friends both sat up. When Azrael finished reading the message, he wondered aloud.

"Hey Cass, why do you think Bruce never built Babs robot legs or anything back when she was paralyzed?"

His friend laughed. It was a silly thing to ask. Cass can't talk!