Deathstroke's Shadow (DP/YJ)

Chapter 16

Screams of pain reached the ears of the trio outside of the mansion. 

Deathstroke grabbed the gun from off his back and started to march towards the mansion. 

"Stop." Batman stopped him with a hand on his bicep. "You told us this guy's powers. You have no idea what you're storming into. We need to check first."

"Do you hear that? Those aren't the screams of fangirls at a concert. That's my son in there." Deathstroke growled back.

It wasn't until then the dynamic duo really understood the relationship between the kid and Slade. This kid that Slade took off the streets really was like a child to him. There was someone he truly cared for. And that was something that even shocked the Batman.

"We'll get him out." Batman stated. "But you getting killed will not help him whatsoever. I know he's in pain. But we need to be smart about this."

Deathstroke paused for a moment before nodding and taking a step back. 

So the trip worked their way up to the building by sticking to the shadows., which of course were their specialty. 

As they went along serveiling the surroundings, they didn't hear anything more from inside. They didn't know if that were to be a good or bad thing. 

They eventually worked their way through to the west side of the mansion. Through a window looking into the basement Robin saw something. 

Robin spoke into the comms, "I found something." 

***

Shadow laid in his ghost form once more, chained back up on near the cot on the ground in the basement. His chest was sloppily stitched, a giant 'Y' vivisection straight across his chest was cut. 

Vlad had dissected and studied him. He was left to be awake during the whole thing with no anaesthesia or pain killers. Vlad had cut his chest open to see what made a ghost core tick. He used something called ectoranium to ensure that the insicion didn't heal up as soon as they were cut. The only thing Shadow knew was that they brought a white hot searing pain along with it. 

After Vlad was done with him he sloppily stitched Shadow back up and left with a notebook full of notes on what he had discovered. What the information held, Shadow could only guess. He could only hope that Deathstroke would come soon then he'd burn this place to the ground, the notes along with it.

Shadow now laid there, still bleeding out from the wounds that he was pretty sure would scar over giving him a permanent reminder of the torture he's indured. That is if he ever did get out of here. Nothing had ever made him comptemplate death more so then when he felt the white hot burn of the knife on his skin. Not even when he first half died. 

Shadow strained his head to look out the window. Blackness is what met him. It had to be night then. 

'Eight nights. I've been here for eight nights now.' Shadow counted in his mind. 

He had seen eight times now that it got dark outside of the window. That is how he knew how long he's been here. And not that he'd ever say it aloud in fear that Vlad may hear, his hope of Slade ever finding him diminished with each day that has passed. And with the recent torture he's endured, his hope was almost gone. 

Shadow laid back down on the cot.

A small sound came from outside the door. It wasn't much, but enough to catch the half ghost's attention. 

Shadow sat up and listened for anything again. Plasmius just left, so it wouldn't be him again. Would it? 

Shadow tensed at the thought. Scared at what would happen if it was Vlad coming back for him once again so soon after what he just went through. He didn't know how much more he could go through.