Shadows and Cards (a Batboys x OC)

Chapter 2

   Jason

What a stupid bastard. Jason passed the 10-mile sign for Summerpark on his motorcycle as he raced toward the coordinates that Alfred had sent him. Apparently, Damian thought it was a good idea to go off on a mission on his own. Tch. What an idiot. Now it was his job to save his sorry ass and bring him to Bruce. God, he hated Bruce. He wanted nothing to do with him. But, if he didn't bring his son in one piece, he'd have to deal with a ball of rage and sulkiness called Batman. And he would rather not. He passed the crumbled ruins of Summerpark and turned to the warehouse. As he began to see the charred husk of the building, he could immediately tell that something was off. Very off. As if there was a cloud of darkness that surrounded the entire area. What the hell?

When he entered the building's front parking area, or what used to be it, He saw the Batmobile hidden in the shadows of the burned part of the warehouse. Could Damian have made it more obvious that he was here? As he brought his motorcycle to a stop he heard a scream of a man from the back area. As he rounded a corner to check it out, he ran straight into Damian.

"There you are! Where have you been! What did you do?" Jason hissed.

"There's no time! We need to go now!" Damian said.

Jason saw that Damian had been in a fight recently. There was a large welt on his head, and he had a split lip.

"Like hell I am! What did you do bastard?"

Just then, a man with mousy brown hair in a torn lab coat ran around the corner. He had a look of terror in his eyes. Like he just saw a ghost. He halted when he saw Jason in his helmet.

"And who are you?" Jason growled.

The man simply squeaked in reply, too petrified to form words. Jason then stiffened, as he suddenly felt the cloud of darkness from before seeping around the corner. It was a cold, empty feeling, and he drew his guns and the feeling. The man turned towards the corner, and his eyes widened. He then ran off into the parking lot, and Jason and Damian looked at each other. They drew their weapons, preparing for a fight. But when the figure appeared from around the corner, he almost ran as well. 

It was a girl. But not just any girl. She must have been as young as Damian and had a braid of golden-brown hair that draped across her shoulder. She wore a hospital gown, and there was a symbol on it, but he couldn't make it out. She held two wicked swords in her hands, and they dripped with the darkness as if it were blood. And the thing is, what scared him the most, was not the fact that she had wings, which were the darkest black, but it was her eyes. They were a vibrant purple, and they seemed to look straight into his soul. Damian raised his sword a little higher, and said,

"We don't want to hurt you."

The girl looked at him, and she smiled. It was not an evil smile, but a genuine smile, as if Damian had made a joke. Jason could have sworn that her eyes had flickered to a green and gold color.

"Good, because I don't want to either."

She extended her pure black wings and took off to the parking lot.

Jason looked at Damian.

"What the hell was that?"

Damian turned to Jason and sheathed his sword across his back. He glared at him.

"Don't ask me. I know about as much as you do."

"But she didn't attack us."

"It's probably because I freed her from that man."

Jason snorted.

"Oh yeah, that's definitely not why she didn't attack us."

Just then, he heard the familiar sound of helicopter blades cutting against the wind. He let out a sigh of relief as what he thought was the authorities came into view. But he was sorely mistaken.

As the two Robins made it to the parking lot, the helicopters came into view, and he could see the girl and the man in the lab coat fighting below. But the man had transformed into a beast too horrid for words. It was as if he patched a whole zoo onto his body. He snarled. It was as if he was a new creature, unafraid, and deadly. The girl was just as deadly as well. While the creature towered over her, she growled and hissed with such ferocity, it was as if she didn't know that he was going to win.

"What are we going to do?" Damian shouted over the winds of the choppers.

Jason yelled, "You think I know? This is your fault after all!"

"It is not! How was I supposed this was going to happen!"

"Gee let me think," Jason wondered, "warehouse with children in cages, a girl with wings, and a mutated scientist. No, there's no way it would have come to this!"

Damian gave him another one of his glares. He looked at the choppers once again. They were in a circle now, surrounding the girl and the mutated scientist. They were armed, he guessed, because he could see where bullets would fire out on the helicopters, but there were huge jugs of some blue liquid that did not recognize. What was that? It emitted an eerie glow against the night. The choppers were trained on the girl. She was fighting with an immense amount of ferocity and seemed to be in two places at once at times. She slid across the ground as the two beings collided once again. She stood and snarled at the creature. The doctor then stood and shouted at the helicopters.

"If you wish to not be gutted after this, I suggest you fire now!"

Jason realized what he meant a split second before it happened and only had a moment to push Damian to the ground before the choppers fired the blue liquid towards the girl. The liquid shot at her like bullets, cutting through her skin like paper, and she collapsed to the ground in agony. She thrashed around, and her eyes had turned from the vibrant purple to a green with veins of gold. Her wings had also changed, from the darkest black to a pure white. Jason could only watch as the creature shifted back to the man, and he climbed to one of the helicopters and flew off to the mountains beyond.

The girl now lay still on the ground as Jason and Damian carefully rose from the ground. Damian stared at him as if to say, Are you going to do something? Jason shot back a glare that said, What do you want me to do? You started this. They stared at each other for a few more moments before Damian sighed dramatically through his nose, and walked over to the girl. Jason kept a distance between him and the girl, he did not like the sort of aura she emitted. But Damian just strode over and stood over her. He stayed like that for a few moments, until he knelt and picked up the girl in his arms.

Damian said, "She's alive. We need to get back to the Batcave."

Jason stared at Damian for a few moments.

"Are you crazy! We can't just bring her there! She could kill everyone!" Jason yelled.

Damian spoke with a very even, lethal tone. " One, she can't stay here, she'll die of blood loss. Two, you didn't see what I saw, and I say she deserves to live. Three, she won't kill everyone, we'll teach her."

Jason said, " And how exactly are you going to do that?"

"That's none of your business. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a half-dead girl with wings to bring back to the cave."

Jason watched Damian run off to where he kept the car and wondered what hell he was walking into, as he hopped back onto his motorcycle and followed him.