Just a Little Pissed

Gotham News Central

Third Person pov

"Well Jane we've had an interesting day since midnight haven't we?"

"Yes we have Paul." Images flashed along the screen, "The boy wonder was seen being revived via defibrillator at the same time as a giant zombie clashed with a new hero in town."

"Yes," Paul said, "and the only casualty that night was a woman by the name of Carol Skaldy. Her boyfriend claims that she was collateral damage in the fight but actually died from the hero."

"Seems the new guy should be more careful moving forward. He was seen helping Teen Titan Starfire with the undead menace so hopefully he'll get the help he needs. The most recent breaking news today was the school shooting in central Gotham by Kahndaqi terrorists. Over two hundred were dead and three dozen students were injured. The police were also outgunned before the terrorists escaped."

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Titan Tower

Kevin Grant's pov

Everyone was in the living room when Batman clicked the remote; turning the TV off. I was just barely walking in with Cyborg and Raven when he focused on us and ordered, "Sit."

Not quite comfortable getting cozy on the sofas with everyone else, I sat on a stool at the island near the kitchenette. Bored, I started spinning around in the stool in my usual nonchalant manner. Osiris protested, "My father wouldn't do this! You know this Bat!"

"That doesn't change the public opinion, Osiris."

"You know Adam would have hunted them down and made them confess their loyalties on national television as he tore them apart if this happened in Kahndaq. The entire reason he is the leader and hero of Kahndaq is because he saw the flaws of your pathetic reactionary system-"

"Enough!" Batman shouted.

"Then him." I felt words directed to me and looked only to see a blur of black and gold pasting me to the wall. "You knew something didn't you!? You're a spy!"

Several people shouted or murmured his name. He screamed in my face, spit landing on my chin as he said, "Who do you work for!?"

I glanced at the hand on my shoulder dramatically and glared at the boy in front of me. I saw Batman waive off someone, maybe Raven or Cyborg so they don't hurt me as well trying to get him off.

"You know that's assault right?"

"The power of six gods courses through me and you still lap your tongue at me you dog!? Only the highest magics can hurt me!"

Hellfire slowly enveloped me as my shoulder popped out. I gripped his hand on my shoulder, my vision turning red as I fed power into my hand,

"I think you've mistaken me for a pussy you could smash, you dick."

He started gasping as I crushed his hand, my vision dangerously red.

"If you are a god," he was yelping when he hit his knees, my voice distorted demonically, "then why do you kneel before me?"

He tried to stand up but only peeled off carpet and cracked the floor underneath. The boy was screaming-

Good.

Keep screaming.

I haven't had to use this much power in quite some time and-

Then a blast of green separated us and I regained my senses. I collapsed onto the Lantern, Arisia Rrab and she held me up even though she was smaller than me, asking, "Are you okay?"

"Y-yeah," I growled, "almost lost my temper there for a second."

Batman spoke, "Cynella, I told you to stand down."

"Save your homework for later Batman!" I spat, "I'll have you know I could have easily left already!"

"Then go."

I blinked a second, "What?"

"We don't have anything you need. Do we?"

My eyes flickered to Raven and Batman caught it.

"For people like us, our secrets are power." I answered, hoping no one else saw.

"So there's something you want, well it so happens that we have something we want as well." He began typing on his wrist and brought up a hologram. Osiris was on the floor clutching his hand and glaring at me. A disillusioned look was on his face like he saw me for the first time. Everyone actually had a shocked look on their faces. Well, everyone but Batman; nothing surprises the Bat.

"There's a lot of work to be done."

Batman brought up a picture of a mutilated body, the corpse was more rags than anything.

"Classical music was being played at the corpse's location. It appears to be the MO of an old friend of mine; Professor Pyg."

"Then why haven't you hunted him down yet?" I asked.

"He died in prison due to a brain tumor." Batman typed and images of some gangsters popped up, "After the death of the Ventriloquist his gang had been on a steady decline… until recently."

He closed the hologram and turned to Osiris, "You are to remain in the Tower until further notice. We don't know who could be out there who believes the media and could attempt to kill you on sight. For your safety and that of the team: do-not-leave-the-tower. Am I understood?"

Defiant silence was the only reply.

"AM I UNDERSTOOD?!"

"Understood." He answered.

"Kevin," Batman addressed, "I understand that you are a veteran?"

"Can't get free coffee anymore but yeah." I replied.

"No killing, no excessive force, do I make myself clear?"

My brow scrunched defiantly and I said, "I'll kill if I must. I've meant things I said and broke plenty promises, not thanks to disloyalty but because of grave circumstance."

"Like?"

"I was never gonna get caught and roped into working with dudes in tights again."

"Grave circumstances indeed."

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Grant Wilson's pov

"We have a lot of work to do Ravager." Diesel said. "The lab rats got something cooked up we think that you will like."

My hands smelt like gunpowder after I left the range. Diesel had met me in the hall after I cleaned up the rust off my skills. For the first time in the past few days, I smiled, "What do they got for me?"

"Well you know how Ozymandias can get his hands on almost anything right?"

"Right."

"And you know how Deathstroke the Terminator is like your idol right?"

"Whoa I never told anyone that."

"Well you know how Ozymandias knows everything right?"

"Right."

"What if I told you that we got a serum that is better than the one that gave Deathstroke his powers?"

"You're joking."

"This is Ozymandias we're talking about here! Do you think I'm joking?"

"Are there any side effects or anything? Will you be getting one?"

"C'mon, you really think Ozymandias will give you the cheap stuff that will hurt you? As for me, all I want is something my ex stole. You're the one going to be killing them all."

"Oh so you get to coast? What are you a freeloader?" I chuckled and he replied,

"Don't worry I'll be getting us inside. There's some other prep work that's going to be done."

"What the heck did your girl steal?"

Diesel went ominously quiet, smiled and answered, "Can't say, don't want you nabbing it from my fingers."

We were about to go separate ways when he offered a fist, "It's something to kill for though, I can promise you that."

Fist bumping, I continued towards the labs. Reaching the location, several researchers and analysts stood around a man in a glossy grey suit. There's only one person in the building with that sort of apparel. Before I could approach them, a blonde researcher came up to me saying, "Ah! Mr. Wilson, Master Veidt personally requested to watch the injection."

"Let's get this over with egg head. It's cold in here."

"Follow me."

Close on her flank, she led me to a pod that opened up before me. I grew a little bit colder and it wasn't from the AC but from what I saw. The inside of that thing looked like one of those spiked coffins, Iron Maiden's I think, but with a frame to hold me in before the needles came.

"Don't worry," the scientist insisted, "you'll be fine."

"Well… I volunteered for it." I muttered with a chuckle and slipped down to my boxers.

I stepped inside and turned around, facing the doctor, the pod closed like a garage door over me. I asked,

"This is gonna hurt like hell isn't it?"

She just faked a smile, "Just try to relax."

Clamps clapped onto my hands and feet, a robotic Intercom said "subject locked", and then the pod turned up to where I was horizontal. I was held up in the air by my restraints. Not liking this one bit but knowing what had to be done I yelled, "Get it over with!"

The robotic intercom said, "Injection commencing."

All the needles from this Iron Maiden of a contraption buried themselves into me. You'd think the intense pain that followed would cause a person to scream. No, it was worse. The pain was so horrible the muscles in my neck refused to release almost anything. All I could do was scream through my teeth as it felt like I had a blood transfusion with battery acid.

The process continued for what felt like an eternity. Did I die? Am I in hell right now? No!

Anger fueled me, rage sustained me, and the only thought that brought me joy was that of vengeance. Of punching that cunt of a man again in his face.

As sudden as it began, it ended. The machine stood me up right and the door slid up. Scientists surrounded me, still bound and asked, "How do you feel?"

With little effort I freed a fist from the clamps holding them, a wicked smile on my face as I exclaimed, "Amazing~"