Posted by Ripper X on January 17, 2006 at 22:44:53:
Robin, The Boy Wonder races to Port Adam’s in hopes of rescuing his schoolmate, while Batgirl waits for the answers as to who stole the Cheerleader in the first place. Can the teen heroes save the hapless girl in time, or will she be publicly slain for the sick desires of an internet murder board? This is . . .
"Buster, what the fuck happened to you, man? You look like shit."
"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah." Buster said, making a B line for the fridge. He grabbed a raw steak for his black eye, and sat down. Jix and Lewis were sitting around the table playing poker.
"You want in, Buster?" asked Lewis . . . good old Lewis. He and Lewis have worked together with damn near everybody, from their first gig with Riddler, right up to Two-Face. In fact, he’s the one that talked him into joining this gang.
"No man." He answered, "I don’t feel like it."
"Did that kid, Robin, do that shit to yeah?" asked Jix. He didn’t like Jix. Jix was an asshole.
"Hey, lay off ah him, man." Spoke up Lewis, "That kid is one tough little son-a-bitch! He’s got one ah these Chinese fighting stick, deals, that he pulls out ah nowhere. Little shit is good with em, too."
"Shit," Jix scoffed, "I don’t care how good he is. Fact is, he’s just a little twerp, and ain’t no little twerp getting the best of ol’ Jix."
"I take it that he hasn’t shown up here yet, huh." Buster moaned.
"Naw," Lewis said, lighting up a cigarette, "But when he does, you an me’ll just sits back an watch ol’ Jix take care ah bidness."
"No, fuck that." Buster growled, "I caught him tonight."
"Say what?" Lewis asked, almost dropping his cigarette in his lap, "Say that again, cause I thought I heard yah say yah caught him."
"I did."
"And he still got the best of yah?" Jix spat out between those buck teeth of his. . . . What an asshole.
"All I’m sayin is that maybe tonight’s my night? I caught him once, I can do it again. And when I do . . ." Buster punched his hand with his fist.
"You know, Buster. I’ve fought that kid a time or two, myself."
"But I caught him this time, Lewis."
"All’s I’m sayin, is that maybe he LET you catch him."
"Why would he do that?" Jix asked.
"The kid’s smart, that’s why. Yah’ve gotta figure, he is the Bat’s son and all."
"You know what, Lewis?" Buster spoke up, "You might be right. He sure did take me out fast enough after that."
"I’ll tell yah what Buster." Lewis said, "Yah already took your bumps tonight. What’s say you that yah sit this one out when e gets here? Jix an me’ll cover for yah with the boss’s."
"What the hell you talking about, Lewis?" Jix hissed. Man, what an asshole.
"Look at da man, Jix! Sides, I thought you said yah could take the kid on all by yourself? I thought that you be a tough guy, ain’t that right Jix?"
"Well, now you two fucks got me all spooked! If this kid is as bad as you say he is, I’m not wanting to take all of his shit . . . that’s all I’m sayin."
"Naw, I’ll do my job. Besides, maybe I’ll luck out and catch him again." Buster said, "Hey! I ran into that Happy Puppy guy on the way over here."
"Happy Puppy?" piped up Lewis, "You mean Vern, the guy who runs with Black Mask?"
"Yeah, that’s him. Vern . . . he and I got to talkin. He’s from Star City, and seein as we ain’t makin no big money here in Gotham, I was thinkin that maybe we should go there?"
"Star City?" Jix scoffed, "Hell, I’m from Star City. Was working with Mirror Master. You wanna talk about tough? You don’t know what tough is until you throw down with Green Arrow! Fucker can hit you 60 times before you even hit the fuckin ground."
"You’re from Star City?" Buster asked.
"Sure am," Jix answered, "Born an raised."
"Nevermind."
"Good." Lewis said, "You can just take those fool ideas an keep em to yah self. I, for one, love this job."
"But we ain’t makin no money here, Lou."
"Hey! Remember that time we worked for the Joker?"
A smile stretched wide across his fat face, "Yeah! Now those were the days."
"Those were the days?" scoffed Lewis, "He made us dress up in those big fuzzy bunny suits! And Riddler, he made you dress up like Abraham Lincoln, Buster. And the Penguin, the Penguin made us dress up like pirates. Pirates!"
"I liked dressing like a Pirate." Buster added.
"Well, that’s just cause you ain’t black." Lewis spat, "I felt like a god damned fairy in that stupid getup. At least in this gang, the bosses don’t make us dress up in some crazy ass costume."
"Hmmm," thought Buster, "You got a point."
"What’s the time?" Jix asked, looking at his watch. "If this kid’s so smart, then where the hell is he?"
"He should be here any minute now," Lewis said, "I’m gonna go outside an see if he ain’t snoopin aroun out there. Remember what the boss’s said, non-lethal tactics only. We aren’t aiming to kill im."
"If I get my mitts on him, he’s gonna wish he was dead."
"Buster, need I remind you what the boss’ll do if yah fuck this up for them?"
"Kid’s got it comin," Buster said, smacking his hand with his fist again. "Oh, an watch out for ‘Happy Puppy’ out there. He’s workin."
[Outside]
Robin hid his bike in an alley down the block, and stealthily moved down the street to 325 Brockwood Avenue, being careful not to stray from the shadows. This part of town was rather difficult to move around in, as all of the buildings were mostly warehouses, and outdoor market areas that have long been lost to time. It was impossible to move across the rooftops, for fear of falling through, but at least the light was dim, and the probability of any civilians getting in the way was out of the question.
Standing outside, he saw the tall, tan, and nondescript building. It was smaller then he had hoped. There wasn’t much room to film any murder films, or to keep a prisoner alive for any length of time. He deduced that this place was probably just used for tape distribution, and record keeping, but hopefully there were more clues inside.
Robin climbed up on a few crates and peered into the window. Inside he could see the big guy he had ran into at the high school. Looks like they where expecting him. Tubby was sitting around a table in a small office talking with another guy, but he didn’t recognize him. Perhaps he’s the boss?
There were only two of them? This shouldn’t be too difficult . . . Wait; there’s a third man who just came outside-- looking for him, probably. Hate to disappoint you pal, he thought, quietly pulling the window open and sliding in and up into the exposed metal rafters without making a sound.
"You’re looking for work?" the new man was saying, "I’ll just have you know that Penguin’s gotta open contract on the kid."
"Still?" said the big guy, "I heard about that . . . but the boss wants him alive."
"Kid’s worth fifty grand to Penguin," The guy told him, reaching into his pants and pulling out a pistol, "That’s fifty times more then what the boss is paying us. I don’t know about you, but I’m getting a little sick of this no money gig too."
"You better put that away." Big guy said, "The kid sees that and you’ll be in huge trouble then. Kid don’t like guns." Big and ugly isn’t as dumb as he looks!
"Screw this," The new guy said, checking his clip, "If this kid can do that to YOU, I’m not taking any chances. Besides, what say you an me wax this cape, take him into the Penguin, and split the cash? Fifty Grand! You an me can start our own gang! My brains, and your muscle, Buster. You an me will have Gotham City at its knees."
"There’s nothing like the camaraderie among thieves." Robin said, dropping from his perch onto the table, "How about before we do all that, you tell me where you’re holding the cheerleader?"
Both henchmen just kind of looked at him all dumb founded for a few seconds, before Jix remembered that he had a gun. ‘Batman wasn’t here,’ Robin quickly thought, ‘better take these guys out as fast as I can first, and save the guy outside for answering questions.’ First thing first, the guy with the gun is the most dangerous.
Robin grabbed both men by their heads, and smacked them together, sending both men flying backwards. Buster saw four shiny things fly through the air as Robin flipped through the air, landing on Jix’s chest. Buster tried to get up, but he was pinned to the floor from the batarangs.
"You should have listened to your friend about the gun thing." He told him, before leaping into the air, and back up into the steel rafters.
"You’re gonna pay for that, brat!" Jix yelled, getting up. Before he could pull off his first shot, however, Robin swung off of the rafter, and gracefully sailed through the air into a two legged kick: his full momentum slamming into Jix’s chest. The hood groaned as the gun flew out of his hand, and he, into a crate of computer equipment. A sharp pain cut through his hand, prompting a string of curses. Looking at it, he saw a bloody metal bat-shaped throwing blade stuck into his trigger-hand, pinning it to the wall.
Buster could hear Jix screaming bloody murder, but he had warned him. He’d managed to rip his way out of the batarangs and saw the boy’s back. ‘I’m gonna get him again!’ He thought, quickly charging towards him like a mad bull. Hitting him like this was gonna break his back, boss said not to kill him . . . didn’t say nothing about paralyzing him though.
Robin heard the big guy running towards him and somersaulted into the air, over the head of the charging giant who rushed right past him, into his murderous partner with a bone crunching crash.
As expected, the black gangster finally ran into office, Robin quickly pulled out his grapple gun, the weighted rope wrapping around the man before he even had a chance to ask what was going on.
"Ah, man," Lewis said, looking at his predicament. The kid was tough, but normally he lasted longer then this. This was his all time worst!
"Where’s the girl?" Robin asked, point blank.
"I ain’t telling you nothing." Lewis spat, trying to reach his knife all smooth-like.
{Kshhhhtttt} his radio hissed, {Batgirl to Robin, Abort mission! Repeat, ABORT!}
"Oh," Robin said into his comm., newbies, they always freak out, "But I was doing so well?"
{Get out of there!} Barbra yelled, {P. L. Siley is an acronym for P. L. Isley. Pamela Lillian Isley!}
"Poison Ivy!" Robin shouted. He had to get out. He was way out of his league.
The Boy Wonder remembered the last time he tried to take her on, if it hadn’t been for Batman . . . Robin ran for the door, but just as he did, a sickening sound exploded from behind him; it was too late. Faster then he could react, thick leafy living ropes of green entangling his arms and around his chest, stopping him dead in his tracks. The plants lifted him off the ground and brought him face to face with the beautiful but deadly Poison Ivy, who was clapping in delight and appreciation.
"Hello, Boy Wonder." she beamed, "How exciting, you are truly impressive! Honestly, I expected a short fight, but this!"
"This isn’t your MO, Ivy." Robin said, trying to keep her talking, "What are you doing this for? Why kill young girls and . . . Mmmhhhhp"
"Shush," Ivy told him, the living restraints wrapping around his mouth, silencing him, "It was a valiant effort, but the strong little bird falls victim for the pretty flower and must now wait to answer to its grim little fate . . . but patiently."
"As for you," the villainess said, turning around, "It appears that we had a little worm in our lovely orchard."
"Please, boss," Jix cried, "my hand! He took away my shootin hand!"
"Oh," Ivy said, sympathetically, "You poor man. Your livelihood . . . it lays in ruins. I captured one bird, while another was planning to swallow him up for himself? It’s such a shame, really."
"I wasn’t, Ivy," Jix begged, "I was just talkin big, but I wasn’t gonna do nothing like that. See, I knew how important this was to you, and I was just testing Buster, here. I was testing his loyalty, that’s all."
"Oh!" Ivy piped, "So, you’re loyalties are to me, is that it?"
"Yes." He groaned, "Of course they are. I’d never turn on someone like you. Not never!"
"Hmmm," Ivy grinned, "Perhaps I still have a use for you? Yes! I could use you to spy on that stinking and disgusting water foul . . . as long as you think that you could handle it, that is."
"A double agent, Boss?" Jix moaned, "Anything. Anything! Just help me."
"Fabulous!" she beamed, "Your first assignment, as my personal spy, is to take a message to that heap of blubbering lard."
"Yeah?" He asked, watching Buster come back to.
"Tell him . . . DON’T FUCK WITH ME!" She screamed, extending her arms, long projectile spurs sliced through the air and into her terrified target who screamed as hundreds of spears, each dripping with death, sunk into his flesh; the poison silencing his cries.
"Buster," She ordered, "take this filth and drop it off right in front of The Iceberg Lounge." Buster shook his head and grabbed the carcass of Jix, avoiding the spines that were already sprouting flower buds. By the time the Penguin gets him, the Boss’s calling card will be evident.
"Lewis," She said, turning around to the henchmen as he finally squirmed enough to reach his knife, "When you’re done playing around, go warm up my van."
"As for you, my tasty little friend," Isley said happily, her finger playing with Robin’s cock through the thin fabric of his shorts. "I have some very special plans for you!"
Robin tried to struggle as the vile villainess played with him. He didn’t want to like it, but all he could do was moan as the aphrodisiac of the plant restraining him took his control away.
"Mmmmm" she moaned, feeling the boy’s cock stiffen, "Such a nice little package! This will be fun . . . but first . . ." she said seductively, her fingers walking up his tight green briefs as if they were little legs, and tapped on his gold utility belt, "First, we’d better take this off."
Robin felt a glimmer of hope wash over him as she played with his utility belt. She was tapping on the false trigger, that when pushed, would send a tazer charge coursing through her body, knocking her out, and hopefully, her power over these plants would be lost long enough for him to escape. Horror gripped his soul, however, when she moved her thumb and forefinger to the correct buttons that would release the belt.
"Let’s see if I can remember how this works?" she teased, "Just squeeze it, like so . . . and . . ." The belt slipped off of his waist, and fell to the floor. Ivy smiled triumphantly. Luthor’s intel was good after all!
"How scary this must be for you." She whispered into his ear while tickling his cute little bottom. His long legs kicking harmlessly in the air as he watched her will a familiar pink flower bloom next to his face. "You have to respect the planning involved in this. I’ve been scheming since the moment I let you go the last time I had captured you. Getting Batman out of town, building your confidence so that you would come all alone . . . and you are all alone.
"This time, Batman can’t find you. You already know that now, don’t you? There is nobody to come to your rescue; nobody to save you from me this time."
A tear escaped Robin’s eye as he watched in fear as the bulb grew thick and dripped of poison. It would be over soon, he was done for . . . the bulb swelled and an orange mist burst into the air; he smelled the strong pungent odor which quickly stole his consciousness away.
"Did you kill him?" Lewis frowned awkwardly; the boss’s car ready.
"Well, that wouldn’t make much sense, now would it?" She scolded, willing the vines to drop the boy, who fell in a cute little ball on the floor. Two strong, but thin vines broke from the giant plant as it retreated from the room, the thin vines wrapped around his ankles and his wrists. "Carefully load him up in the van, won’t you?"
Lewis picked the boys legs up, and was getting ready to drag him when Ivy scolded him.
"He is a gift, Lewis." She reminded, "If I find so much as a bruise on him, Buster will be taking care of TWO bodies."
Huffing, Lewis cradled the Boy Wonder up in his arms, almost amazed at how light the kid really was. He’d never thought himself a faggot or nothing, but he couldn’t help but notice that the kid’s skin was softer then his girlfriends and that he had better legs, too. He’d never actually got this good of a look at him before. Seeing him like this, almost made him feel sorry for him, but then he remembered all of the broken noses, the stitches, and being locked up because of him and he felt all compassion leave him, "Don’t care how cute he is," he uttered to himself, "I hope she makes it long an painful, yah little creep."