Chapter Fourteen:
Revenge grabs the gun and pulls the president over his head, throwing him onto the balcony. The soldiers below snap up their pistolets and fire. I don't know how we escape. Their marks are dead on. I take a bullet to the arm and clutch at it, but Revenge pulls me out before anyone can get their bearings.
We run down a maze of halls, me leaving a trail anyone could follow, my red blood dripping to the floor.
Five soldiers appear in front of us, snap up their guns, and fire. Revenge grabs my hand and throws me to the ground. I slide under them and place explosives as if we planned it. They detonate and the guys are thrown int the walls.
"This way!" Revenge yells.
I follow, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swishes behind me and exposes where we are.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yells.
The Russians bring their pistolets to ours on the wooden door and fire. Revenge leaps in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest manages to knock him out.
The Russians bust open the door and knock me down with a fusil, carabine to the head. One points his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yells.
I struggle to think, the blow to my head has me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Batman taught toi this much."
After a bit of thinking, I manage to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The suivant time they say something, it is easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
Revenge and I are dragged back down the maze of hallways until we reach the large hangar we were in before. The soldiers take us up to the balcony and tie ropes around our arms and legs. They strip us of our utility belts and Revenge of his cape. I see why when they dump it out to reveal innumerable weapons and gadgets. suivant come our gloves, boots, and in my case, the zipper that attaches my cape and capot, capot moteur to my suit which doubles as a weapon. The mask slips to one side.
We're hoisted in the air. That's when Revenge begins to wake up. He groans and shakes his head and suddenly he's fighting beside me, trying to get free as we're hoisted into the air.
We're held there for hours. I don't know exactly, all I know is I'm setting Ace* on them when I get down. I think I doze off because when I wake up, we're being hoisted down in front of the Russian President.
"Well, well." he says in a much thicker accent than on television. "American heroes. Red Revenge and his sidekick Batgirl."
"You don't watch TV much, do you?" I ask. "I'm the PARTNER of the BATMAN. Never met this creep until today. ou yesterday. Whatever time it is."
"I think highly of toi too." Revenge says.
"Small matter. I think what toi should be worried about is how painful it will be to be La Reine des Neiges alive."
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"We're going to put toi and your boyfriend--"
I snort in disgust.
"You and your boyfriend's body in water with a temperature of negative two hundred thirty one. Your heads will remain outside. Your bodies will slowly freeze, with toi experiencing every moment of it." the Russian President finishes.
"Is this about Rio De Janeiro?" I ask.
"No, I need toi two out of the way, so I can finish my grand scheme."
"See?" I ask, turning to Revenge. "You need to treat me with as much respect."
"Remind me to string toi from the ceiling for a few hours when we get back. Strange..." Revenge sniffs at the air.
"What?" the Russian President asked.
"I believe he was referring to your bad breath." I replied. "Ever heard of a toothbrush?"
Joseph growled and smacked me across the face.
"Lay a hand on her again..."
Joseph looked up to see Nightwing and Wondergirl standing/floating above them.
"And toi won't walk out of here."
Revenge grabs the gun and pulls the president over his head, throwing him onto the balcony. The soldiers below snap up their pistolets and fire. I don't know how we escape. Their marks are dead on. I take a bullet to the arm and clutch at it, but Revenge pulls me out before anyone can get their bearings.
We run down a maze of halls, me leaving a trail anyone could follow, my red blood dripping to the floor.
Five soldiers appear in front of us, snap up their guns, and fire. Revenge grabs my hand and throws me to the ground. I slide under them and place explosives as if we planned it. They detonate and the guys are thrown int the walls.
"This way!" Revenge yells.
I follow, ducking into a closet. My yellow/black cape swishes behind me and exposes where we are.
"Tam! Ogan'!" a voice yells.
The Russians bring their pistolets to ours on the wooden door and fire. Revenge leaps in front of me, taking the shock and damage of the bullets. But fifteen AK-47s firing into his chest manages to knock him out.
The Russians bust open the door and knock me down with a fusil, carabine to the head. One points his gun at me.
"Ostan'sya vnizu malen'kaya devochka!" he yells.
I struggle to think, the blow to my head has me in a daze.
"C'mon Barbara! Think! You're in Russia! Batman taught toi this much."
After a bit of thinking, I manage to translate it into 'Stay down little girl'.
The suivant time they say something, it is easier to translate.
"Voz'mite ikh s losifom!"
Translation: Take them to Joseph.
Revenge and I are dragged back down the maze of hallways until we reach the large hangar we were in before. The soldiers take us up to the balcony and tie ropes around our arms and legs. They strip us of our utility belts and Revenge of his cape. I see why when they dump it out to reveal innumerable weapons and gadgets. suivant come our gloves, boots, and in my case, the zipper that attaches my cape and capot, capot moteur to my suit which doubles as a weapon. The mask slips to one side.
We're hoisted in the air. That's when Revenge begins to wake up. He groans and shakes his head and suddenly he's fighting beside me, trying to get free as we're hoisted into the air.
We're held there for hours. I don't know exactly, all I know is I'm setting Ace* on them when I get down. I think I doze off because when I wake up, we're being hoisted down in front of the Russian President.
"Well, well." he says in a much thicker accent than on television. "American heroes. Red Revenge and his sidekick Batgirl."
"You don't watch TV much, do you?" I ask. "I'm the PARTNER of the BATMAN. Never met this creep until today. ou yesterday. Whatever time it is."
"I think highly of toi too." Revenge says.
"Small matter. I think what toi should be worried about is how painful it will be to be La Reine des Neiges alive."
"Excuse me?" I ask.
"We're going to put toi and your boyfriend--"
I snort in disgust.
"You and your boyfriend's body in water with a temperature of negative two hundred thirty one. Your heads will remain outside. Your bodies will slowly freeze, with toi experiencing every moment of it." the Russian President finishes.
"Is this about Rio De Janeiro?" I ask.
"No, I need toi two out of the way, so I can finish my grand scheme."
"See?" I ask, turning to Revenge. "You need to treat me with as much respect."
"Remind me to string toi from the ceiling for a few hours when we get back. Strange..." Revenge sniffs at the air.
"What?" the Russian President asked.
"I believe he was referring to your bad breath." I replied. "Ever heard of a toothbrush?"
Joseph growled and smacked me across the face.
"Lay a hand on her again..."
Joseph looked up to see Nightwing and Wondergirl standing/floating above them.
"And toi won't walk out of here."
"I don't wanna die!" the boy howled, digging his face into Revenge's knee.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a couteau in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, toi too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
"You have no say in the matter."
"I do." Revenge growled.
The assassin turned his head slightly before tossing a couteau in Revenge's direction. It caught him in the chink in his armor. Literally. Revenge glared at the blood seeping from the wound. The black clad assassin continued his approach. Revenge punched him in the throat, crushing his windpipe, causing the man to stumble backwards.
"You wanna play with knives?" Revenge yelled. "Two can play at that game!"
For a second, the assassin couldn't breathe. Then, he stood up, rubbing his neck.
"No way." Revenge muttered, stepping back.
"Red Revenge. For interfering with the mission, toi too shall feel the talons of the Court of Owls!"
Night of the Owls.
Coming Soon.
Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he a dit in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did toi hear that?"
"Yeah. I told toi the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl a dit it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he a dit in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.
"Target moving north."
"Nightwing?"
"What?"
"Did toi hear that?"
"Yeah. I told toi the target was moving north."
"It sounded like a girl a dit it."
"Do I sound like a girl to you?"
"No."
"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."
The Red Army Rises:
June 2012
For a moment, Revenge was pressed against her in the narrow hallway in complete darkness. Then, there was a light, from Revenge's mask, and the hallway was lit in a dim red light.
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any plus smart remarks?"
"Ladies first." Revenge said.
"Scared?" Batgirl asked.
"Funny." Revenge said. "I'll take point."
Barbara cut him off. "I'LL take point." she said.
"I've got the light." Revenge said. "And the armor, and the brains."
"Har har, funny."
"Indeed. Watch my back."
"From the scary dark?" Batgirl asked in a mocking voice.
Revenge turned and tossed a dagger into the darkness behind them. It went farther than the three feet of the iron door through which they had entered.
"Any plus smart remarks?"
Prologue to Chapter Nine- "The Beginning of plus Troubles"
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The montrer is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up par security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On haut, retour au début of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if toi can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."
"Delta Squad, check in."
"Artemis, in position."
"Beast Boy in position."
"Batgirl, in position."
"Wondergirl, in position."
"Kid Flash wishing he was at the buffet."
"Good. Maintain your positions. The montrer is about to start. Nightwing out."
"See? This transmission was picked up par security officials at the olympic celebration." G. Gordon Godfrey stepped in front of the image of the celebration in Rio De Janeiro. "Its obvious that this Nightwing was planning something. On haut, retour au début of that, Kid Flash admits that he would rather be eating than watching over some of the richest and most powerful men in the world!" Let's watch what else happened that day. See if toi can find a connection with the heroes, and the murder."