Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark Damian rushed towards her when she reached for her emergency broadcasting device, yet sadly was too late. The smoke that surrounded her had made the fight easier, but also give her the opportunity to call for backup. He found the device and was tempted to deactivate it, yet thought better of it. If he were to destroy it now, cut off the signature, there would no doubt be help within the day, best if he made the broadcast erratic. He switched it on and off a few times, as if the activation was accidental, then throwing the device underneath a nearby dumpster. It wouldnt be the first time that an emergency broadcast was activated in a fight or pursuit, often ending up with a good laugh or a flick underneath the nose. Hopefully the erratic on and off would be interpreted as the device falling on the ground a few times before sliding underneath he dumpster. He would have a few days before they actively would start searching her, perhaps more or less depending on circumstance. He lifted her still frame and threw her in the backseat of the car, inspecting her wounds there, although there was little that needed treatment. He had sought out to kill her this evening, yet something inside of him decided to spare her, for now. He thought it was kindness that Bruce had instilled, yet in truth it was something much darker. He cleared the crime scene to the best of his ability removing all the blades, signs of struggle, broken smoke pellets, etc. He then drove off with his captive, mind still somewhat confused and enraged. He led her to Batmans safe house, a storage room located underneath the bat cave that was reinforced with lead and steel, making it the perfect hiding place from a kryptonian, not to mention a tough baby to crack open. It wasnt as specious, yet Damian did not require much room. He parked her car in the remains of the batcave, then carrying her through the hidden passage into the safe house. Batman had designed it to be safe from superman or to contain him within. There was also the last supply of kryptonite in there numerous shapes and colours. Wake up! He said with a bark, a hand slamming against her cheek, making it sting for another hour or so. The drugs would have mostly left her system by now, the counteractive substance already been injected. She would find herself on her side, arms tied behind her back with strong plastic bindings, holding her arms behind her back in a straight line, forcing her chest outwards. Each digit was spread apart by a small wedge of steel, removing her ability to grasp things or claw her way out. Her legs themselves were spread apart by a steel rod in a 90 degree angle, again tied in place with the plastic bindings. She would find herself still in her outfit, although she was properly searched. He had frisked her completely and removed every bit of lose armour from her, leaving just her suit that she wore underneath. Now, before we begin with the name calling and the whys and hows, let me ask you this How much do you truly know about my past, the time before Bruce took me in. He asked her calmly, as if this was all normal and to be expected. He was in his suit, yet the cowl was removed, letting her see his young frame, yet much older than when she had seen him last. Once or twice she could see those brilliant blue eyes flaring up, getting a bright yellow hue.