Trapper Part 5

Dakota City

13:47 EST, March 3,

"Batman to Static!"

"Yo, Bats!" Virgil yelled, throwing a dumpster کی, ڈمپسٹر at a group of terrorists. "I could use some help!"

"So could New York. We need آپ to-"

"In case آپ didn't grasp the picture, I'm busy dealing with a detachment of Trapper's goons. I can't help."

"The entire Justice League is trapped on the Watchtower, Superman is offworld, and the only one who can get to New York in time besides آپ is Impulse. He doesn't stand a chance!"

"What about the rest of your guys? Robin? Batgirl? Huntress?"

"At the Cave. And Helena is overseas!"

Static yelled an exclamation as he fell from his flying disk and landed in a dumpster.

"Why is it always a dumpster?" he muttered.

New York City

14:23 EST, March 3,

"Suit Activating."

Revenge sighed. "About damn time." he said. Lights, his HUD, oxygen, weapons systems all came back online. Trapper thought he had killed the Black Hero, but he had really only shut down his suit for a few hours.

Revenge stood, the sand and dirt on the bottom of the river swirling about him for a سیکنڈ before becoming lost with the current. He fired his jets and approached the shoreline. After scans for life forms came up negative, he crawled out of the water and radioed his jet to his current position. He hopped in and took off.

Revenge flew above the cloudline and circled about the city. He had two hours before the End of the World. He was the only one who could stop it.

Revenge turned on the tracker he had placed on Trapper's gun. It blinked for a moment before locking in the position.

"And here we go." Revenge said, rocketing to the pre-determined location.

Meanwhile...

مرکت, ایمرلڈ sighed and leaned against the wall. She had stopped crying about an گھنٹہ پہلے and put her mind to devising a strategy to get out of her hand and feet cuffs, break out of her room, defeat who knows how many guards without weapons یا protection of any kind, and stop a terrorist master-mind who had completely stopped the Justice League, the United States Army, and prevent the end of the world.

"Joy." ہولی said.

The door to her cell creaked open and Nightingale walked in. She had switched from سٹریٹ, گلی clothes to her normal skin-tight navy blue uniform. ہولی remembered the yellow bird symbols on her wrists doubled as weapons with a slight ping to her backside. The hispanic girl's dark hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her yellow بیلٹ, پٹی was meant for fashion, though ہولی wasn't too sure about the blue-white domino mask.

Nightingale pointed at the shadows اگلے to ہولی and her مرکت, ایمرلڈ suit plopped اگلے to her. ہولی shot a questioning look at the female.

"I کہا we need to look for the light. Plus the end of the world wouldn't help my billion dollars." Lexi said.

"No, I meant the teleportation of my suit. That's new."

"Been working on it."

"Thanks." ہولی said. She quickly changed into her outfit and the two slipped down the hallway.

"Wait!" ہولی whispered. "What about cameras?"

"I set them all on a loop." Nightingale replied. She spun as a guard walked around the corner. Thinking fast, Nightingale grabbed the man, covered his mouth, and pressed her palm against his stomach. His eyes widened and he fall to the ground, his body smoking.

"Let's go." Nightingale said.

"What did you-?"

"Electrocuted him. A little مزید than the human body can handle."

مرکت, ایمرلڈ gulped and followed the villainess down the اگلے hallway. In no time they were in the dark briefing room. No one seemed to be around. Looking for the control panel for the میزائل launchers, مرکت, ایمرلڈ stumbled.

"Shh!" Nightingale hissed.

"Yes," Trapper said, flicking on the lights. "Wouldn't want آپ to get caught."

مرکت, ایمرلڈ tossed smoke bombs and they detonated. The smoke was vented before the two girls could cause any damage. Trapper fired at the girls. Nightingale leaped out of the way and مرکت, ایمرلڈ flattened, rolling under one of the computer panels. ہولی waited a سیکنڈ before leaping at the terrorist leader. He caught her around the throat and pressed his pistol to the middle of her chest.

"Sleep tight."

"No!" Nightingale exclaimed, tackling مرکت, ایمرلڈ from Trapper's grip.

The pistol fired, and the damage was done.

"SHIT!" Lexi yelled, clutching her ankle. As far as ہولی could see, the bullet had gone straight through her ankle. Blood poured from the wound and ہولی could see white.

"Are آپ alright?" she asked.

"Damn that hurts. That mother hugging son of a bitch!"

"Well it wouldn't have happened if آپ had let me kill her." Trapper said, strutting forwards. "But no matter. Traitors first."

Glass shattered and a black figured landed in the room. "You really don't have the best record with that."

A dagger impaled itself in Trapper's gun and detonated. Trapper yelled and clutched his bleeding and blistered hand.

The other terrorists backed up in fear of the figure still hidden in the shadows. "But-but-we killed you!"

"Be careful." Revenge smirked. "I bite."

The terrorists ran from the room as the Black Hero emerged from the shadows, his suit covered in mud and debris from the bottom of the river. His eyes glowed red and he made quite a fearsome sight.

"Get back here آپ wusses! Shoot him! Kill their asses!"

"Yeah, about that." Revenge said, picking Trapper up from the floor سے طرف کی his throat and slamming him into the wall. "Never saw much sense in trying to kill something that was already dead. Even in video games."

Trapper yelled and yanked a sword from Revenge's belt. He pressed a button and the three foot blade folded out.

"Fight me like a man. Without your precious suit." Trapper taunted.

Revenge frowned but slowly obliged, taking off his titanium suit. He was left in a fire-resistant under-suit. He re-buckled his belt, cape, and gauntlets before pulling out his own sword and standing in a guard position.

Trapper struck first, his sword aiming towards Revenge's arm. Revenge countered and struck at Trapper's neck. That attack too was parried and the two stood still for another moment, studying each other carefully before launching at each other with a flurry of parries, swipes, stabs, attacks.

Revenge was getting several blows in on Trapper, scraping him, a short stab wound here, a cut there. As much damage as Trapper was taking, Revenge was taking just as much. The billionaire vigilante wasn't used to actually having to fight, یا taking a hit and it hurting for that matter.

"C'mon Red Revenge! I picked out this city because I thought آپ a worthy competitor. Don't prove me wrong!"

Revenge yelled and stabbed at Trapper, sliding his sword through the terrorist's collarbone. Trapper yelled and leapt backwards, clutching his shoulder with his blistered hand and holding his sword with his other hand. Revenge pulled his sword out and slammed it down with all his strength on the blade. It dropped to the ground and Revenge's final sword strike went to Trapper's blistered, burned hand.

The terrorist leader who had driven fear into so many others shrunk before the Black Hero in his own fear.

"The fight isn't over, yet." Trapper said, licking his lips and pulling out a pistol. He squeezed off a shot and Revenge collapsed to the ground.

"Sam!" ہولی yelled, running آگے and bending down اگلے to the black hero. She rolled him over to see his knew completely shattered. Flesh and bone were mixed with the pool of blood on the ground. Revenge winced and clutched it.

"Holly." he said, tears flowing on his face.

"You're not dying آپ idiot." ہولی said. "It's just your knee."

"I'm so, so sorry for everything."

"Shut up until we get آپ to a hospital."

Trapper had taken this moment to start sliding from the room. Nightingale noticed and picked him up, slamming him into the wall.

"Time to go to bed." she said. "Let me sing آپ a song."

The Hispanic opened her mouth and started to sing. Sam and ہولی stopped, looking at the girl as the beautiful موسیقی flowed from her mouth. She was talented, she truly was. The words made no sense, but ہولی found herself swaying to them.

"No." Sam whispered, grabbing her arm tightly and shaking her back into reality.

Lexi finished her song and Trapper stood up. He picked up his pistol, put it to his head, and pulled the trigger.

"As much as آپ deserved." Nightingale spat on the corpse and walked back over to Revenge who was standing under his and Holly's combined power.

"Let me see your ankle." Revenge said, leaning down اگلے to Nightingale.

"Back off Grant. You're the last person I want to see."

Revenge stood up stiffly.

"Hey," مرکت, ایمرلڈ کہا softly. "You can شامل میں us. You've proven you're capable of being good."

"Never." Nightingale کہا bitterly, turning towards the door on her good foot. She turned to Revenge a last time and glared at him. "You turned my brother against me, آپ allowed him to die, and آپ haven't avenged him. For that, I will never forgive you."

Revenge nodded coldly and watched as Nightingale departed from the room.

"What was that-"

"Don't ask." Revenge کہا icily and turning away so his girlfriend couldn't see the expression on his face. "It was my darkest hour. My biggest failure."

Revenge walked down the سٹریٹ, گلی of New York. It was ravaged, war-torn. It was desperate for help. Desperate for hope. Hope he knew he couldn't deliver.

The Justice League and Team arrived soon after to help with the civilians. Revenge stayed out of the fight, not دکھانا himself to anyone but Artemis. He nodded to her look and disappeared from the ruined corner of his پسندیدہ building.

Sam walked out of the elevator and into his penthouse. ہولی looked up and Sam sat down in a plush chair rather quickly and roughly.

"How did it-?" ہولی asked, gulping down her own fear.

Sam sighed and pulled up the leg of his pants right above his knee-

-or at least where his knee used to be. A black robotic shape was where his knee should have been, green light shining faintly from it.

"What-"

"My knee was completely shattered. There was no chance to repair it. It was either my experimental robotic neural knee یا a wheelchair. Guess which I chose."

"The knee." ہولی gulped.

"I've got to use a cane in public and the suit's gonna need an upgrade." Sam stood up and slightly limped to the bedroom. He pressed a button and the clothes in his closet slid aside to reveal a secret compartment which he tugged open.

"Um.. The titanium suit isn't in there." ہولی started.

"I know." Sam said. "This is the one I'm using."

ہولی gave him a questioning glance.

"I'll integrate the technology, یا some of it, to the old suit, upgrade it for my knee, etc." Sam replied, holding the suit before him.

"That's not what I meant." ہولی said. "This suit puts آپ in a greater danger than with the titanium."

"Exactly." Sam said. "I'm a man, not a god. Not a Titan. I'm a mortal fighting for freedom. Key word is fighting. I'm not shoving my weight around anymore. From now on, I take down people man to man."

ہولی smirked.

"...or woman." Sam کہا uneasily.

ہولی laughed and kissed him, hugging him. As soon as her face was gone from his sight though, she looked out at the storm brewing, the snow and ice ready to fall. She frowned and slightly loosened her grip on Sam.

WRITTEN BY: 66Dragons

IDEA BY: 66Dragons

Rebecca Stevens/Shade/Becca is property of Robin'sLove/Robin_Love.

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All DC Comics Characters are property of DC Comics. They are used without permission for پرستار purposes only. No profit was made from this.

Red Revenge, Samuel Grant, ہولی Green, Emerald, Trapper, William Fowling, Nightingale, Lexi Eldovado, and all other characters related to Red Revenge are property of 66DragonAnimations 2012.

SUPPORT BY: Robin_Love, and many, many other people I'm not going to mention at this time.

ADDITIONAL HELP FROM:

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