Metropolis

The redhead couldn’t see her partner, so she let the moment drag out a long minute before she heard her answer. Talon was a little confused with her answer, but she heard movement in the next moment and followed the sound. She moved a bit oddly, trying to place her foot on something solid as she slid her upper body against the wall. When Cardinal asked her a question, she nodded, before remembering the lighting situation.


“Yeah. I’m not sure how, either. You still have yours…” she trailed, tightening her fist and glancing around in the hopes of seeing something. Only another spark…
 
Richard just looked upon Peyton and just shook his head. Taking in a deep breath, he exhaled as he replied.


“Now if i was going to kill you, would that not make me a bad guy?” Richard replied.


Walking closer to Peyton, he placed a hand upon her shoulder.


“Now like i asked before. Is there anything that you would like to do today? Anything that you ever wanted to do?” Richard continue to ask while still having that nice guy tone.


~~~~~


Time has passed since Alex got the beating of his mortal life, and now that the lights flickered in his holding cell, he slowly opened his eyes. Looking around the room, he could see that the lights were off all over the place and only the security lights flickered. Looking from side to side, he realized that he was no longer chained up or in the interrogation room.


Ok, now to figure out how to get out of here. Alex thought to himself.


As he was in thought, he heard some voices from the other side of the wall. Shifting his eyes side to side like he was flipping through mental images of who’s those voices belonged to, he quickly broke out into a smile and laughed a little. Getting up off of his cot, he walked over to the wall and started to slam his palm on it as if trying to get their attention. He had no idea how close they were to him or how thick that wall was, but he tried none the less.
 
"No, it'd make you the hero for eliminating a threat." Peyton replied, shrugging off his hand as she looked towards the side. She had come here expecting to get yelled at for disobeying orders, she had expected to get restrictions placed, and after her talk with Bruce, she had been almost sure, but this nice guy stuff was getting her more and more confused.


"Not really.I've never been one to crave doing something other than on a whim, which then leads me to having already done it..." She replied, forcing herself to speak nicely, "Do you have anything you've wanted to do?"
 
"Actually, it would make me the bad guy. Even if you disobeyed a direct order on your first mission, I deep down expected you to ignore that order." Richard replied.


"But deep down, i also thought maybe you would listen to me and follow me back here. Since you did not follow that order, there are some trust issues that we are going to have to work out, but untill then, do not hold it against me if i do not fully keep you by my side." Richard continued.


Walking away from Peyton, he reached for the door handle.


"There is one thing that i have always wanted to do, but never really had the time to do." Richard said as he opened the door and left the room.
 
A small sting went across Peyton's face before she sighed. She supposed disappointment was better than nothing. But then again, hadn't she come into this partnership knowing she would fall short? Batman and Darkwing weren't the ones who sought her out to begin with, now where they? No, the Joker had. That spoke for itself now didn't it, she was viewed off the bat as what she really was, a horrible evil person. So why did they think that would change? Her eyes followed him as he went to the door. Not knowing what he actually wanted her to do, she watched the door close behind him as she stared down at her bare feet where a small hint of white was creeping back onto the skin.
 
As Richard exited the door, he turned right and booked it down the hallway. Reaching up and pressing a button on his watch, the window opened up and he turned the corner, pressing his back up against the wall. He waited on the wall for Peyton to approach.
 
Waiting for a moment, Peyton frowned deeply. She was going to have to follow him, wasn't she? A few moments later, and she was out in the hall, following the path he had taken before catching up to him within a minute. Staring at him, she folded her arms over her chest, staring at him.
 
Richard, with a scowl on his face, grabbed Peyton by the collar of her shirt and tossed her out the second story window. Running a step behind her, he leaped out of the window and dove straight at her. His intentions were of pure rage. He wanted to cause her harm.


"I can't believe you!" Richard yelled out as he reached out to grab the collar of her shirt.
 
Pain ripped through her mind the second she passed through the glass of the window, everything else going into a slow motion shock. She was vaguely aware of the fact she was falling and though there was nothing to grab onto she instinctively reached out. A muffled roar mixed into her ears as her eyes attempted to focus on the hand reaching out at her.


Everything went a blinding white as nerve endings went into overload, bouncing around signals that stopped her from even making an articulate sound. Grass had never in her life felt so much like hot pavement than in that moment. As her eyes screwed shut, she wasn't even aware that the pain was only spreading through to her arms and chest, the only places still able to send a proper signal.
 
As Peyton hit the ground, Richard was not far behind her and with a powerful thump, he slammed into the ground right around her. Pain shot through his legs as he landed but he didn't let that effect him to much.


"Why could you leave me back there! I was all alone when they caught back up with me! I had no body to get my back! I had no one! How dare you, after all that i have done!" Richard asked as a small tear formed in the corner of his right eye.


Reaching his hand down, he grabbed the throat of Peyton like she was the enemy and without force he just kept his hand there.
 
A voice cut through the haze in her mind, angry, sharp and pained. Forcing her eyes open she stared up at him as he hand set against her throat. For once, pain shot through her heart and it wasn't from the landing. Swallowing as best as she could, mouth dry and the words strange to even her mouth, she spoke in a pained whisper.


"...because I knew I failed you...that I was no better than Joker...you've done nothing to deserve something as horrible as that...an apology won't fix what happened...but I thought leaving could...I actually came back...to say goodbye...leaving you with someone worthy of idoling you."
 
Richard growled at the response of Peyton.


"You have to be kidding! I chose you for a reason! I saw the good that lurked within your soul! I didn't want you to walk the same road that he did." Richard replied as he looked Peyton in her eyes.


Richard removed his hand from her throat and forced himself up to his feet and then took a step back from where she lay upon the ground.
 
Taking in a shakey breath, eyes sliding shut, Peyton gave the only response she had. "Before Gear, before the powers, before any of this. I killed a man in cold blood." As her eyes slid open once more, she wasn't' seeing the sky, no she was off somewhere in the past, mind swirling up facts as she spoke, the colour of the carpet, the name of the cologne. And as she spoke, her voice steadied, forgetting about the pain and lack of for at least a moment.


"I put a knife through his chest twenty six times. I watched him bleed out and turn the ground crimson. I stayed until the light in his eyes was gone for good. And then I light it all on fire. What good do you see in my soul little bird...."
 
As Richard heard what she said, his expression changed from anger to a slight hint of worry. Shaking his head, he took in a deep breath and with an exhale, he tried to explain.


"If that is how it happened before your powers, then i have no other choice." Richard said as a small tear came to his eye.


Reaching down, Richard grabbed a chunk of glass and held it tightly as he walked over to Peyton's body. Kneeling down beside her, he brought the shard of glass up to her neck and pressed it against her skin, not quite cutting her.
 
Her eyes stayed staring up, not even minding the feeling of the biting glass at her neck. "Do you know how much women beaters beg for life when they don't have the upper hand? But...an eye for an eye...." She took in a deep breath, tilting her head back to give him a better range as she finally came solidly back to reality, "And given that I also killed, it only seems fitting that I die too."
 
Bringing the shard of glass away from her neck just a little, Richard closed his eyes and proceeded to end Peyton's life. Just as the shard of glass touched her neck there was a large explosion around them sending up a large cloud of smoke.


"What the....?" Richard said as he stopped the shard and covered his eyes with his free hand.


As the dust cleared, there stood 100 super heroes all from the justice league. Each of the people standing around the two were just glaring at Richard and Peyton and they just shook their heads.


One of the members walked up to Richard, he placed his hand upon his shoulder and with an angered expression, he pulled Richard off of Peyton.
 
As smoke filled her vision, a prick of pain at her neck barely noticeable among the dying senses still ringing through her system. A coughing fit was triggered as she stupidly inhaled some of the smoke. As it settled away, and the coughing calmed, leaving a rasping dryness in her throat, she felt Richard getting moved away. Rather than look, she shut her eyes and listened.
 
"What are you doing Richard!" The man said as he continued to drag Richard away from Peyton.


A fellow Justice League member walked over to Peyton and knelled down beside her and with a soft hearted voice, he spoke to her.


"Would like to be forgiven?" The man said to Peyton.


Three other supers walked over and surrounded Richard and they restrained him. Richard cracked his neck and with a breath, he looked at the supers.


"What are all of you doing here!" Richard yelled out as he tried to struggle his way to freedom.
 
Hearing the voice, she cracked one eye, taking in a deep breath that sent a jolt of pain through her chest. Staring at the super, one she wasn't familiar with, she pressed her hand against the grass and thought for a moment. " I'm afraid...I don't follow." At the sound of Richard's screaming, she tried to sit up, and found she couldn't. Pressing her hands deeper into the grass, she pushed up, only to send more pain sprawling back down her spine, electing a curse, "...please don't hurt him..." She hissed out after a moment, still cringing in pain.
 
"It's ok, all will be revealed in time." The man replied to Peyton.


One of the three men looked back at Peyton and with a very serious look upon his face, he took a breath.


"Even after all that he has done, you still want his life spared? Are you sure you are all that much evil as you claim yourself to be?" The man said as he looked up to the man behind Peyton and nodded.


"Got it sir. I am sorry but close your eyes." The man said behind Peyton as a pair of large white feathered wings covered Peyton and in a bright flash of light, they were gone.


~~~~


As the light dulled down, they were in a large metal room to which seemed like a mad scientists play room. The man uncovered Peyton and with a deep breath, he walked around and kneeled down in front of her. With his wings slightly visible, he held his head down and looked at the ground in front of her.


"I am sorry that you were subject to that. We tried to get to you before, but events spiraled a lot faster then we thought." The man said as he continued to look upon the ground.

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It had been six weeks since the semi destruction and freedom of Alex, and he traveled through the corridors of his prison. No one resided within the prison any longer and Alex fended for himself while trying to figure out where the release protocol was.


“It has to be here somewhere. If i can just find out where they keep that artificial sun, then i will be able to escape from here.” Alex said as he slammed his fists down upon the computer board.


A couple of wired below the computer connected and upon them touching, sent sparks shooting through the air towards his face. Ducking out of the way of the sparks, the keyboard lit up with colors and a section within the wall slid open.


“Yes, i knew i would find it.” Alex roared out as he got back to his feet.


Walking over to the door, he looked inside the room to witness that there was a lot more there then what he was looking for. For within that room, lay three tables and upon them were bodies covered in blood soaked sheets. The sheets covered every part of the bodies and Alex was speechless at what he seen. Standing still within the door, he was unsure if he should go in there or if he should just leave it at rest.
 
Looking at the man as he spoke, confusion covered her face. What needed to be revealed? What had Richard done that was so horrible? Her heart swelled with a mix of fear and guilt. Her stupid mistakes had gotten him in a lot of trouble and wasn't that just peachy. As feathers covered her vision, she was dimly aware of the command to closer her eyes and did so just as light filtered through her eyelids in a red haze much like sun light would.


As the redness died down, and she could feel the feathers brushing over her flesh as they pulled back, she slowly opened her eyes. Seeing the man move in front of her, confusion once more took charge of her. As he spoke, her eyes skipped around the room and fear settled once more into her stomach and started growing.


"Why."


Not a question. Never a question. A command. Her mind whirled for a moment, dimly telling her that this was all to perfect, Richard despising her, the problems with moving properly, the spilling of her past, and now these people showing up. Thoughts kept coming to mind, to run, to scream, to shut up, and to get out alive, but none of them made it past that and into actions. Somewhere, she was dimly aware of a heat in the tips of her fingers, where whiteness was slowly creeping back into the flesh.
 
Hanging his head down, Angel proceeded to speak once again.


"can you clarify what you mean by your question." Angel replied as he just kept his sight down towards the ground.
 
Narrowing her eyes, feeling his actions to be that of someone lying, she tightened her hands into balls. "Why do you want to hurt Richard? Why did you need to get to me? Why..." She paused, uncertainty and anger coursing through her words. Taking in level, slow breaths, Peyton stared at the man, more annoyed at the fact he wouldn't face her like a man and choose the mouse approach in staring at the ground."...can't I ******* move right." She hissed.
 
"Ok, we do not want to hurt Richard and we needed to get to you because you were chosen." Angel replied to a couple of her questions while still looking upon the ground.


"Believe it or not, but even a killer like yourself has higher ups looking out for you. All those people that showed up for you down there are you friends. We look out for each other." Angel replied as he finally quit looking at the ground and peered into the eyes of Peyton.


His stare was not that of cowardice, but that of a loyal servant. He stayed knelt down on one knee and his arm crossed the top of his raised knee, much like at a knighting ceremony. As he was done talking, a small male creature strolled in wearing a long robe that seemed to wave in the wind. He merely looked upon the girl and without a response, he stopped.


(the man: http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs42/f/2009/165/2/3/gl_42_variant_cover_by_Bakanekonei.jpg )
 
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