He's the bad guy. And so is she. But when the two are caught in the unrelenting battle field of Gotham's underground elite, chaos is sure to ensue. In the midst of the bloodiest gang war ever to erupt, she is the key to everything. Corruption and lies will resurface, and deceit becomes a definite. The only question is: who will win?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans.
Bruce Wayne (Batman)- 40 years old
Richard 'Dick' Grayson (Robin)- 22 years old
Kori Anders (Starfire)- 20 years old
Rachel Roth (Raven)- 21 years old
Garfield Logan (Beast Boy)- 21 years old
Karen Beecher (Bee)- 22 years old
Victor Stone (Cyborg)- 24 years old
Roy Harper (Speedy)- 22 years old
Tara Markov (Terra)- 21 years old
Garth Allen (Aqualad)- 22 years old
Xavier Red (Red X)- 22 years old
"Fiction is the truth inside the lie" Stephen King
Serenity
Chapter 1
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Buildings flashed past the windows of the black Lamborghini, as the car reached a suitable speed of 90 miles per hour. Kori leaned her head against the cool window pane, watching the relentless rain pound forcefully down on the expensive car. The darkness of night began to set in as the faint outline of buildings flashed past her eyes. Heavy metal music blasted through the speakers while Roy pushed harder on the gas, just as his cell phone rang. He flipped it open, and Kori took her chance to tune down the thumping music.
"Yeah, what?" Roy said snappily.
"Are you trying to total my car over there!" Richard's voice came venomously from the other line. "Took me and Vic two months to steal that, so don't bust it up like the last one!"
"Chill man, I'm just having some fun," he said carelessly.
"The last time you had fun, I found my car smashed."
"That was only once Rich. Once. Besides, you can always buy another. Or just steal it again."
Richard's grunt came over the phone.
"Come on, lighten up. I'm giving the beautiful Miss Anders here, a ride worthwhile of her time," he replied slyly, giving Kori a wink.
Richard's hands clenched on his motorcycle's handlebars and his knuckles turned white from the pressure. He let out a low growl over the phone.
Roy smirked and shut it without another word. He reached over and put his hand on Kori's leg, giving her a light squeeze.
"Don't touch me Roy," she said coldly.
"Come on baby, you know you like it."
"You've got two seconds to take your hand off."
"And what if I don't want to?" he said playfully, though slightly more aggressive. His hand roamed over her leg, towards her thigh.
Kori grabbed it and flipped his arm, bending it backwards in a painful and dangerous angle. He let go of the wheel in shock and cringed as she pushed on his arm. The car swerved, but quickly using her other free hand, she held the wheel steady so they wouldn't crash.
He yelled out in pain.
"Don't make me get physical."
"Oh, you wanna get down with me, huh? Like a little bondage here and there? Well I can do that for ya babe."
She pushed down harder on his arm.
"Ah, alright- ah,- ok, ok, just let go- ow- my arm," he gasped out.
"I told you, don't touch me."
"Come on, I was just playing! Just- ah!- let go- of my- arm!"
"Don't touch me again," she said, while bending his arm further.
"Argh! Ok! Just leggo my arm- OW!"
Kori released him and got back into her seat.
"Fuck, you almost broke it," he said as he stretched out his arm. "Damn Kor, can't you take a joke? I was just playing with you."
She rolled her eyes and focused her attention back towards the window.
The music was turned up again, and Kori slowly tuned it out, preferring to glance at the road. She smiled slightly at what she was seeing. Victor sure outdid himself this time. The red Lotus he was driving looked like a car on steroids. From the massive speakers to the bullet proof wheels, it was a wonder the car didn't attract more attention.
Glancing to her right, she saw Rachel's silver Porsche gearing up to match their speed. She had an annoyed look on her face- probably from another stupid joke by Garfield, though Kori knew of her secret crush on him. She grinned lightly from the scene. They had to of been the most interesting pair of people she'd ever met, next to Richard Grayson. Now he, he was a mystery. Something she couldn't solve, even when he'd told her more of his past than anyone else. Always drawing her in, though never entirely. Never enough for her to figure him out. But his sexy voice was still a total turn-on, and his hidden past did give him a sense of alluring charm that no other guy she'd ever met had. Richard Grayson, was one hell of a man.
She knew she could have him. Heck, she could have any man begging at her feet with a snap of her fingers. But that attribute about her was more of a… seduction tool. Only used when necessary. Either way, it wasn't like she was going to fall for him. Falling for one of Gotham's finest playboys, wasn't something on her to-do list.
A warehouse on the docks loomed before them and all four vehicles made a tight turn into a nearby alleyway. The last car to screech to a stop was Rachel's. Karen got out of Vic's car and popped his truck and began tossing out extra bullets and guns. Kori herself had a couple daggers hidden from view on her body, along with various spare knives. They were her more preferred weapon of use. Deathly silent, and always reusable. Not a bunch of silver metal that always needed to be restocked every 20 shots.
"Alright," began Richard, taking on his leadership mode, "Garth said this new guy's got the largest shipment of marijuana coming in since the past six months. If we can get this stuff, we'll be able to-"
"Dick," said Rachel monotonously.
He inwardly cringed at the sound of his nickname. 'Fuck the guy who ever came up with that'
"You've gone over it five times already, we know."
His eyes narrowed behind his sunglasses and he grinded his teeth. Rachel was one of the few people who ever argued with him and won. He hated losing. But it was Rachel, almost anything she said went.
"Fine, but no mistakes this time. We can't afford it. I want the East, West, and South parts of the building covered. I'll monitor the North end where the ship should be coming in from."
Each person nodded in agreement and they broke off into pairs, Victor and Karen, Rachel and Garfield, Kori and Roy, and Richard by himself to watch from the roof.
Silently, the two snuck through the narrow alleyways of the tall apartment buildings. Mold was creeping along the broken gutter lines, and rust evident upon the windows. But that was what made it an ideal place for criminals. No one ever bothered to go there.
Kori and Roy took various twists and turns, all seeming illogical and inconsistent. But they knew where they were going. Anyone worthy to be called a criminal in Gotham had to know where they were going. They had to know the city like the back of their hand, because if they didn't, they'd be six feet under by now.
They took one more turn at the corner, and the east side of the warehouse appeared before them. Kori stole through the shadows and within a minute she was inside, dropping down gracefully from an open window. She scanned the room carefully before walking towards the door to open it for Roy. He hastily got inside and they took their posts by a stack of empty crates, no doubt from previous illegal drug traders.
Shortly after, she saw Rachel and Garfield coming from the opposite side. Kori nodded her head in acknowledgement and then, they waited. The plan was simple. Get in and get out. Shoot the men, load the weed, and drive. In and out. Simple. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing would, because it couldn't, right?
From across the room, Rachel began to get nervous. She ran her hand along the barrel of her gun, as she felt the anxiety of the others around her. Nothing could go wrong. It couldn't, because she wouldn't allow it.
"Hey, you ok?" whispered Garfield. He looked at her worryingly, as her face seemed paler than usual.
Rachel suppressed a blush coming onto her face. Was he caring about her? Enough to actually worry? It did feel kind of nice. She hadn't had that in a long time. Or at least she hadn't had true love in a long time. Her bond with Kori was probably the strongest relationship she'd ever had. Still, it wasn't the same, that was a sisterly bond they'd forever have. Having a true love, was different. It was… comforting. 'Wait, what am I thinking?' Rachel mentally slapped herself. 'Ok, I've been reading way too many of Kori's happily ever after stories. Slow down, this isn't true, just your imagination playing tricks on you again.' She shook the thought from her head.Besides, her emotions couldn't kick in now. Not now. No. No mistakes could be made on this mission. Not now.
"Uh… Rachel, are you ok?"
"I'm fine," she snapped, and sent him a death glare.
"Ok, geez," he said, backing off and holding his hands up for peace, "didn't mean to make you all defensive and stuff." Typical Garfield.
Rachel inwardly sighed. It was always like this. She just could never be nice to him, could she? Her attention was averted when they heard a big crash of metal coming from outside the warehouse. It clattered against the ground and sent echoes along the alleyway walls. Her eyes shot to the other side of the room, nearest where the sound came from.
Kori glanced backwards, as Roy got up and pulled out his gun.
"Roy wait! I'm coming with you," she quietly called to him.
He looked back at her, with a slight caring gaze. Slight.
"We can't both go Kori."
"But-"
"I'll be fine."
She opened her mouth to protest again, but he stopped her.
"Don't worry, ok? I'll come back."
Giving him one last look, she crouched back down into her previous position. Sure, she sometimes hated his guts and wished nothing more than to kill him, but he was still her friend- one that had been there for her when she needed him. Plus the fact that Roy had been known to be reckless at time. But figuring that he was most likely right, she focused her attention back to the garage door.
Rachel watched Roy leave the building and she began to get even more nervous. Calmly, she told herself that everything would be fine.
'But something's still not right…'
The thought of it lingered in her mind, even after she tried to push away the feelings. Her doubts were cut short when the large garage like door leading into the warehouse was opened.
Kori's eyes widened in surprise at what she saw. These guys must've been making serious money. In came a sturdy metal truck, that slid off a cleanly polished, cruiser-like boat. It was an 8- wheeler lined with bullet proof covering, enforced steel, and had an intense wired security system locking the back. Nothing Victor couldn't deactivate. But that wasn't the plan today. Just get in and get out. Wait for the men to unload, then kill them. Those were exact orders. And no one disobeyed Bruce. Bruce. Yeah, Bruce Wayne. The Bruce Wayne. Multi-billionaire and the king of Gotham, with as many cars in his garage as girls clinging onto his arm- per hour. And that was still an understatement. Not to mention the fact that he just happened to be the leader of a ruthless gang. Criminal mastermind and King of Gotham. Now that was twisted. But who was she to judge anyways. It wasn't like her life was any better. She'd be lying if she said it was anywhere near perfect.
The metal screeching from the opening of the lock echoed off the warehouse walls. Five burly guardsmen came out and began loading the illegal drugs out of the truck, their black clad bodies a poor camouflage to cover them in the dark. Obviously, they didn't know who they were dealing with. Once they finished, a skinny, scruffy man with dirty blonde hair came out. His small, sunken eyes darted around the room, as his body twitched at every noise. He was like a rat that was inevitably failing at hiding from its predator. The pale man constantly glanced at the shadows while waiting for the appearance of Richard, who was to make the exchange with him. He kept twitching, as if looking for something to jump out at him and end his miserable life. But that didn't matter. It wasn't part of the plan to be analyzing the enemy. He'd soon be dead anyways.
Kori looked across at Rachel and she gave the signal.
Silently, she crept in the shadows toward the nearest guard. Within an instant, she had taken her dagger and slit his throat. Kori was never much of a shooter. She had great aim, but knives always appealed to her more. Besides, this had to be a quiet job. No one was suppose to hear. Rachel and her finished off the last four guards before they even noticed their fallen comrade. Garfield suddenly appeared next to the scruffy man as if out of thin air and he fell back screaming, begging for mercy.
"Dude, shut up," he said as he lazily kicked the man on the side.
Rachel flipped open her cell and gave to the call to Victor and Bee to drive the cars over, as Garfield set to work grabbing the drugs out of the carts.
Kori silently slide into the shadows and went to the door where Roy had left through. He still hadn't come back and it was starting to worry her. Roy was extreme, he liked doing things others couldn't and often got himself in trouble for it, but it wasn't like him to just leave and not come back. Especially since their mission was so important. Sure, it was like any other regular drug trade: take and leave. But they hadn't gotten a shipment in for the past six months, and that… was a problem. A problem which now involved Bruce Wayne. And no one wanted to be involved with Bruce Wayne.
She opened the door, and slipped into the adjacent alleyway. Night clouded the air before her, giving off a sudden insecurity. Right as Kori turned the corner, she saw Roy engaged in a furious fist fight. He delivered a punch to the man's stomach, causing him to fall to the ground. Looking up, he saw Kori and yelled at her.
"Kori, move!"
She turned around sharply, only to come face to face with a fist. It met her cheekbone roughly, and her entire body flew to the ground. Kori laid there for a moment, the shock of getting hit still lingering. But she quickly recovered and delivered a sweep with her legs to his feet, causing him to fall onto the pile of crates next to the wall. Immediately, she leapt up and a single streak of metal was seen. The next moment, the man was dead on the ground.
She turned her attention to Roy, just as a gun shot was heard. He fell backwards, while clutching his side, stumbling against the wall. Kori's eyes flashed in anger, and before the other man could even lift his gun up again, a knife was in his back.
She ran towards Roy, who was now on the ground, ripping off the bottom of her shirt as she went. Blood was slowly trickling down Roy's side, though he was lucky and the bullet's aim missed most of it target. It was thinly lodged in his right, nothing life threatening, but a hell of a lot of blood. She applied the cloth to his wound, pressuring it to stop the bleeding.
"Hey babe," he grunted as she began to pull away his shirt from the wound.
Kori rolled her eyes. Even when Roy was seriously injured he still had time to flirt with her.
"Just shut up and stay still while I call the oth-" her sentence was cut short when Roy roughly shoved her aside, causing her to crash into the wall.
She turned her head in time to see a razor pierce through his arm, where seconds before she was just leaning over.
"Roy!"
He let out a growl of pain.
The man standing over him turned his head toward her, and a glint of malice flashed in his eyes. He let out an eerie laugh, and his voice slickly weaved through the air.
"Get her."
Suddenly, she felt a cold hand grab her arm, and on instinct, she lifted her booted foot and kicked, hard. She heard a yelp of pain from the attacker, and he stumbled to the floor, clutching his lower region.
Another pair of hands shot out from the darkness, holding both her arms. She felt his nails digging into her skin as she was kneed in the back. Kori let out a cry of pain, and bit her lip hard, willing herself not to scream.
Once regaining her composure, Kori flipped her attacker over her head, throwing him down on his back. She felt him let go, and quickly resumed her fighting stance. 'Damn that hurt… I really need to start lifting more weights,' she silently berated herself.
A shadow charged at her, and she flipped over him, landing perfectly balanced behind. Kori let out a sharp kick to his back, sending him sprawling into the opposite wall.
Then without warning, a sudden force slammed her against the crates, and a puff of dust rose from the impact. She could feel the powdery substance enshroud her with wooden grains and the sides themselves creaking from the pressure.
'What the hell did Roy do to piss them off…'
'Goddamit, I'm gonna kick his ass when we get back,' she thought as the man slid his hand down her body.
Her eyes flashed in anger, "Don't. Touch. Me."
He gripped her arms even tighter and the smell of whiskey floated out of his mouth as he let out a low chuckle.
"Baby, I can do anything I want."
His words disgusted her. Kori's eyes narrowed, and she pulled back her fist, aiming a punch right at his face. She heard a crack and was dropped to the ground.
"Told you not to touch me," she replied coldly.
"You broke my nose!" he yelled, cringing at the pain while trying to cover his bloody face, "Damn you!"
Kori gave a rough kick to his head, knocking the man unconscious. "Asshole."
She glanced around warily, prepared to fight off whoever was next. There was no one else around, save for her, Roy, and the stupid thugs who were groaning on the ground. Her emerald eyes scanned through the darkness, looking intently for anymore signs of life, before she made her way towards Roy again. Before she could even blink, Kori felt herself getting grabbed harshly from behind.
'What the fuck is it with people grabbing me tonight!' she though angrily. These people were really getting on her last nerve.
Suddenly, a knife was placed to her throat, causing her to immediately freeze. She slowed her breaths to small, short ones, preventing the blade from cutting into her skin. Her eyes darted around the scene, as she felt others moving in closer to surround her trapped state. They shuffled in behind the other man, and held an atmosphere of twisted excitement.
The man's hands were coarse, and so large that he was able to hold her from the back with just one arm. She felt his iron grip tighten, almost to the point where the air was being choked out of her lungs. A small bloody slit began to form on her neck from the close contact of the sharp blade. His grip tightened even more when a shadow dropped in front of her. God damn, it was like being in a corset all over again. Then she heard him.
"Be a good little girl and stay still…" a thin voice whispered into her ear. She could feel the person's hot breath on her face, and it sent shivers down her spine.
"…or I might just have to cut your pretty little throat."
Her body flinched when the knife was pressed further against her neck, emphasizing his words.
"We wouldn't want that happening now, would we?" he said in a dangerously playful tone.
She grimaced, but kept her voice dark and steady, "What the hell do you want with me?"
Kori could barely make out the figure of the voice in front of her. His ghostly presence was hidden in the shadows, where he seemed to have decided was a good place to remain. And the darkness surrounding them held no avail for her strained eyes to see his face.
"Nothing… "
She waited for him to continue, but there was only silence. Suddenly, his voice came from the other side, whispering into her left ear.
"… yet."
Her body automatically struggled at that. The was no way in hell she was going to let some lunatic use her for whatever he wished. People had sick and screwed up minds these days.
"Ah-ah-ah, what'd I say about keeping still?"
She struggled even more at this.
"Fuck you."
In an instant, his attitude changed.
"Listen here, you bitch." The man suddenly appeared before her and put his face up close. The smell of cigarettes and beer flooded her nostrils. His intimidating stance caused her to have a quick intake of breath, but she showed no emotion. The man's face was hard as stone, and his eyes gazed into hers, threatening Kori to argue back. He had a thin mouth in a tight line, and his narrowed eyes gave her the impression of a snake. But Kori wouldn't let him get any satisfaction of power from her. She glared back at him with the same amount of intensity.
"You're lucky enough that I haven't done anything to you. If it was my decision, you'd be dead," he hissed.
"Go to hell you bastard," she shot back, but instantly regretted it as the knife dug deeper into her throat, and the grip on her body tightened. She let out a strangled gasp of pain.
"Hold her still, I want no movement," his voice came sharply to his men.
She felt more pairs of arms grab her and the blade slightly increase in pressure.
"Don't move… or I might have to hurt you even more," he said with a malicious smirk.
She felt his hands against her stomach, lifting up her shirt, and her blood raced with fear. "What the hell is he going to do!' Thoughts and images of rape and murder flew into her mind. 'Oh shit-'
Her thoughts were cut short when the piercing tip of a razor cut into her skin. On instinct, Kori yelped for help, but her cries were immediately muffled by a large hand. She tossed her body, only to be met with the blade pressed even more against her throat. 'What the hell are they doing to me!'
She tried to move, but no avail. The many pairs of arms grabbing her prevented that, meaning the only thing she could do was stay still and hope that he didn't intend to stab her. The more she struggled, the deeper the knife went into her throat. And the blood trickling down her neck wasn't helping to calm her nerves.
The metal moved across her skin, gently gliding, but deep within. It was a slow movement too, like the man was taking pride in what he was doing to her body. Hell, she didn't even know what he was doing. But she could feel the measured practice in the way he swiped the blade against her skin. Did he do this for a living? Pluck innocent girls off the street, cut something into their skin, and then leave? What was this? Some kind of psychopath? …Or was he going to do more that just cut her up?
Kori grunted as he pushed a bit deeper. Goddamnit, was he trying to leave a scar? She could feel the blood dripping down her side now. It was warm, and she watched the dark crimson slide off her skin, onto the black cement ground where a small puddle was already forming. Great, even more wonderful. She had a puddle of blood all for herself.
Her mind was a barrage of mixed emotions and feelings, as questions buzzed in her head, but with no answer. Sure the blade cutting into her skin was painful, but that didn't bother her. Pain. Pain, she was use to. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was the fact that the man specifically had her held down and was intricately marking up her stomach that was pissing her off. What was he trying to do? What was his motive? What was the point of doing this? Satisfaction? Amusement? But god, was he going deep. It was close to ripping through all her muscle, but not enough to cause fatal damage. The bastard sure was good at this.
His hand gripped the side of her body, and she inwardly shivered. She hated it when people touched her without her consent. But in reality, who didn't?
The man was about to wipe the blood off the blade and examine his work when something hit his shoulder and threw him back against the wall.
"Get away from her!" Roy yelled.
Kori quickly turned her head in his direction, only to curse in pain. The knife's edge cut into the side of her neck from the abrupt movement. Now she had a razor mark along her throat. This day was just getting better and better.
Roy was standing behind them, with a cocked gun in his one good arm. Blood dripped down the other, and he teetered a bit to the side, his balance off due to his wounds.
"Let her go!" he demanded, "or your friend won't live to see tomorrow." He directed his aim at the man holding Kori down with a knife.
The men looked at their leader, unsure of what to do. He calmly ripped the knife from its place in his shoulder and tossed it to the side, his menacing glare now settling onto to Roy. A small trickle of blood rapidly began forming on his sleeve, but he ignored it like it was a paper cut.
He let out a roaring laugh. It's sound echoed off the walls and surrounded them in every direction. It was like he was everywhere, releasing his cruel mockery from each and every corner of the alleyway, taunting them with a single flick of his wrist.
"You think that'll stop me?" he said incredulously. "You think you can stop me?"
He let out another bone chilling laugh. "Go ahead, kill him. See if I care."
"Boss…," said the man behind Kori, his eyes opening wide and his face scrunching up.
"Go ahead! Go. I dare you to kill him. I don't need that worthless bastard. He's replaceable."
"Boss...," whispered the man again, now shifting uncomfortably
Roy looked intensely at the man before him. He wasn't lying. He'd done what he wanted with Kori and he was through. Toying with her was apparently enough to satisfy his twisted mind that night. All he needed to do was escape.
"Kill him."
Roy looked from Kori and back to the man before him.
"B-b-boss…" the man whimpered.
Kori looked straight at the two in front of her. She could see Roy challenging the man before him, as the glaze of fury burned in his eyes. The knife on her throat was now barely touching her, and the man's grip finally allowed room for her to breath.
It wouldn't be right for Roy to just kill the guy. He was helpless. Probably had a family somewhere too and needed the money to survive. It would be heartless to kill him. She could tell by the sound of his voice the urgency he felt and his nervousness.
Wait. No. "I can't be thinking like this. No. No mercy, no after thoughts, no emotions. No nothing. He dies."
Her hands shook, but she caught Roy's side glance at her. Kori swallowed and discretely moved herself to a balanced position, unnoticed by any of the men.
She knew exactly what Roy wanted her to do.
Her hand crept up her side until it was inches away from the man holding her, before she stroke.
Kori swiftly moved her hand up and grasped the loosely clutched knife. Making a quick half spin, she turned towards him and stabbed it into his neck. Instantly, his eyes clouded over and his face drained of color. The hold on he had on her was released, and he fell backwards, shock still evident on his face. Agony crept throughout her body, but she squeezed her eyes shut and willed it to go away. 'You're only making it worse. It'll come back to haunt you.'
Kori shook her head to clear herself of the invading thoughts. 'Shut up. I don't care. Just as long as its gone now.'
Roy swung the gun around at the other man's direction and shot at his body, only to be met with a sharply aimed knife flinging towards his head. He fell to the floor dodging the blade, and watched as a single shadow disappeared into the dark.
"Dammit!" he yelled, and shot his gun in the direction the leader had left. He was met with only the echoes of bullets driving through brick.
Kori back flipped over the men, giving her enough time to grab two daggers out of her boots.
"Roy, hurry up and call for help! We need to get out of here. NOW!"
Kori ducked a punch and jammed her fist into the attacker's gut. He doubled over and she stabbed a dagger into him. One down, five to go.
Roy flipped open his comm. link, still leaning down on the ground. Rachel's face appeared before him on the small static screen.
"What happened?" she stated quickly. "We heard gun shots, but Richard wouldn't let us go."
"Fucking crazy bastard," muttered Roy.
"Let me talk to Kori."
"She can't, she's… occupied…"
"Roy! Get help! NOW!" yelled Kori.
"What's going?" Rachel questioned.
"I- uh… just having a little trouble..."
"Tell me what's going on," her tone turned icy, and she gave him a dangerous look, commanding him to talk.
Roy gulped, "Uh…"
"Roy!" Kori yelled again, while blocking a kick aimed at her side.
"What. Happened." stated Rachel.
"Nothing… we're fine."
"ROY!"
"Tell me, now," her eyes narrowed.
"I- just… just get over here," he muttered quickly.
The link turned off, and the screeching of cars could be heard from the other side of the building.
"Now that you're little pride-fest is over, shoot the goddamn people!" screamed Kori. She was in a headlock with one of the men, while the remaining two reached to grab her arms.
Roy lifted his gun and pulled the trigger three times. The thud of bodies hit the floor.
"Finally!" she said exasperated, "I swear Roy, one day you're gonna be the end of me because of your fucking pride!"
Roy rubbed his face with his hand, while Kori picked up her daggers and wiped off the blood. She avoided looking at the men on the ground and went to lean against the wall, her energy running out fast.
10 seconds later, Rachel swerved into the alleyway, followed by everyone else.
Richard stepped off his motorcycle, and immediately assumed his leadership position.
"Roy, get your ass off the ground! We've got less than one minute before the cops are all over us, and thanks to you, half of Jump City's about to find out who we are! What the hell were you doing! In and out! It's that fucking simple!"
"Richard, just shut up. I'm not in the mood for this," he said solemnly.
"Not in the mood for this? What the fuck do you think I'm suppose to tell Bruce now, huh! 'Sorry we screwed up and now Jump City knows exactly who we are'! If you'd just listen to my orders, none of this-"
"Richard."
"What Kori?" he snapped harshly.
A frown formed on her face, but she replaced it with one of no emotion and crossed her arms.
He immediately regretted his words.
"We have 30 seconds left and your talking isn't helping, we need to go," she said flatly.
Richard opened his mouth to speak, but Rachel cut him off.
"Kori, get in the car with me. Gar, drag Roy into the Lamborghini, and lets go," she commanded, leaving no room for argument. Richard looked at her with a scrutinizing face, but she returned it with a glare.
"Suck up your pride Oh mighty leader, and let's go."
Silence hung in the air
"Now."
He let out a frustrated huff and stalked past her. The rest quickly entered their cars, just as Richard pushed on the gas pedal of his motorcycle. The squeal of car tires echoed along the alleyway, mixing in with the sounds of sirens coming from the end of the street.
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Alright, chapter one of my first ever fic is finished… so tell me what you think. Depending on how much support I'm getting for it, I may or may not continue, seeing as this is just an idea.
I prefer a critique rather than a simple "update soon," so please suggest things for me to fix. Did Kori's personality have too many flaws? Does the plot basically suck? Are the characters too OOC? Etc. etc. Everything people, please.
If you do decide to flame me, I will laugh in your face. I mean come on, you're truly only degrading yourself.
So… review!
And thanks for taking the time to read my story. It means a lot.