" We can't change the past, but there's a difference between moving on and letting go."
~Harley Quinn~
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" Dick do you copy?"
" Dick come in?"
" Anybody got eyes on Dick."
" Dick, we're at the Plaza. Where the hell are you."
Dick took out his earpiece before watching it clatter to the ground. His boot crushed the small device, cutting off his communication with the rest of the team. " Sorry guys. Other plans."
Dick made his way through the building. It was under construction due to the lack of materials on the walls and the equipment scattered everywhere.
" I know you're here. I'm sure this has nothing to do with Harper or Rose. You want your pound of flesh. Revenge for what happened. And I want this to end once and for all." He spoke, his hands raised in surrender as he approached a large covered window. " So how about we make a deal, huh?"
Dick wasn't expecting an answer so he took things one step further. He removed his bullet proof vest, watching as it slid across to the other end of the room." You can have me, instead of Harper or Rose. Pretty sure I'm the one you're mad at anyway. Here I am."
His hands raised to the back of his head as he slowly got down onto his knees. " Unarmed."
Dick flinched as gunshots fired right in front of him." You never learn, do you?"
Dick didn't move. If he wanted his Harper safe and back in his arms he wasn't going to jeopardise anything by moving.
He saw Deathstroke make his way from the corner of the room to stand opposite him. " Always the hero. But you're not going to dictate how this will go. You're not a martyr. You're a con man. Preying on those weak enough to follow you. The problem with con men is that they never know when to stop. And someone else always pays."
" Let's just get this over with, huh?" Dick interjected, an underlying tone of hate stinging his lips. The man was stalling, what for, Dick wasn't sure he wanted to find out.
Dick's dark eyes followed his movements as Deathstroke took a couple steps back." Get up. " he orderd. Dick hesitantly got to his feet, his hands never leaving the back of his head. He watched as Deathstroke pressed the button on the wall. The shutters of the window slowly rising. " Take a look."
Dick watched as the cover rose agonisingly slow. His hands dropped to his sides along with his heart.
