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Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

His immune system was practically shot, and he knew, logically, the only thing keeping him alive was this person’s hand on his shoulder.

That meant the logical choice was to just let her take him to the infirmary, despite the danger that might come after.

Surely, this was enough of a fight that Slade wouldn’t be too mad for failing to complete the contract. Hopefully.

They walked down a few corridors and did a few turns before being met with a glass door.

She opened the door, took the first aid kit that was right next to a bed.

In the room there were a few plushies, and a picture of a man with graying hair in the middle of a group of people. The woman along with his target were in the picture too.

Now that there was more light her name tag was visible. 'Nina Blackburn' written in a neat handwriting, under her name in a smaller and more machine-like handwriting was written 'Security guard & nurse'.

The room just looked like a normal infirmary, and there were no weird stains, so Dick let himself relax a bit.

His eyes lingered on the group photo. At first, he had instinctively went to planning on how to get the information of his target’s location from the woman, seeing both of them in the photo, but he forced himself to stop. This was not the time for that, and he failed his contract already, so there was no use.

Dick looked up when the woman spoke and moved to sit at the edge of one of the medical cots. He noticed her name tag at the same time.

He supposed it made sense for someone with abilities like hers to be both security and a nurse, but that must be hard to juggle.

She looked at the kid, trying to assess the situation, the wound shouldn't be too wide, but with where it is, it wouldn't be ideal to bandage.

But, he eventually relented, carefully taking off armor from his chest and arms before taking off his Kevlar-lined shirt.

Underneath revealed a myriad of scars, and a stiff but thin brace on his left wrist, which had purple and green bruises around it.

She took a cotton and put disinfectant on it, she carefully cleaned the wound. When she was done she bandaged it, making sure to not make it too tight.

She looked at his wrist, and gently touched it, she still had a bit of his blood on her hands so she should be able to do that.

The bruise on his wrist started fading, some more than others, but they were somewhat more healed. Nina was hit with a wave of dizziness as she pushed her ability farther than it can be but she felt no regrets.

She sat down on one of the few chairs in the room.

Nodding at her words, Dick stared at his arm— less bruised, even if it was still broken. So it wasn’t hurting as much as before.

Since Nina was still in the room, Dick couldn’t really make himself really… rest. The light and presence of another person usually meant it was still time to be alert, even if it wasn’t in this situation.

He stayed sat at the corner of the cot like a statue. Until he looked back up at Nina.

"Sorry for stabbing you, I went a bit overboard." She sounded sincere.

She seemed to think for a few minutes. Before writing something down on a post it.

She handed the post it to him, on it was a phone number.

"My phone number, if you ever need something call me, I owe you that after all. Can be for anything." Her tone stayed sincere.

Looking at the sticky note, Dick just stared before reluctantly taking it.

He didn’t have a phone, nor was he allowed to use anyone else’s, usually. So, he took a minute to memorize the number. Just in case.

“…you don’t have to give me this,” he said quietly, turning his head back up at her. “I was committing a crime. You don’t owe me anything.”

His eyes were tired, and his skin had barely started to bring back its color.

She took a deep breath. Thinking, thinking about what might relax the kid, he looks stressed. But honestly she isn't sure what to do, Nina was homeschooled until she went to nursing school, and while she did have training about how to deal with kids, she always found it difficult, something about not having been allowed to connect with kids when she was one herself.

"If anything, the person who sent the contract probably wanted to see how Slade handle defeats. Wouldn't surprise me." She spoke purely hypothetically, after all, she couldn't really know.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

His immune system was practically shot, and he knew, logically, the only thing keeping him alive was this person’s hand on his shoulder.

That meant the logical choice was to just let her take him to the infirmary, despite the danger that might come after.

Surely, this was enough of a fight that Slade wouldn’t be too mad for failing to complete the contract. Hopefully.

They walked down a few corridors and did a few turns before being met with a glass door.

She opened the door, took the first aid kit that was right next to a bed.

In the room there were a few plushies, and a picture of a man with graying hair in the middle of a group of people. The woman along with his target were in the picture too.

Now that there was more light her name tag was visible. 'Nina Blackburn' written in a neat handwriting, under her name in a smaller and more machine-like handwriting was written 'Security guard & nurse'.

The room just looked like a normal infirmary, and there were no weird stains, so Dick let himself relax a bit.

His eyes lingered on the group photo. At first, he had instinctively went to planning on how to get the information of his target’s location from the woman, seeing both of them in the photo, but he forced himself to stop. This was not the time for that, and he failed his contract already, so there was no use.

Dick looked up when the woman spoke and moved to sit at the edge of one of the medical cots. He noticed her name tag at the same time.

He supposed it made sense for someone with abilities like hers to be both security and a nurse, but that must be hard to juggle.

She looked at the kid, trying to assess the situation, the wound shouldn't be too wide, but with where it is, it wouldn't be ideal to bandage.

But, he eventually relented, carefully taking off armor from his chest and arms before taking off his Kevlar-lined shirt.

Underneath revealed a myriad of scars, and a stiff but thin brace on his left wrist, which had purple and green bruises around it.

She took a cotton and put disinfectant on it, she carefully cleaned the wound. When she was done she bandaged it, making sure to not make it too tight.

She looked at his wrist, and gently touched it, she still had a bit of his blood on her hands so she should be able to do that.

The bruise on his wrist started fading, some more than others, but they were somewhat more healed. Nina was hit with a wave of dizziness as she pushed her ability farther than it can be but she felt no regrets.

She sat down on one of the few chairs in the room.

Nodding at her words, Dick stared at his arm— less bruised, even if it was still broken. So it wasn’t hurting as much as before.

Since Nina was still in the room, Dick couldn’t really make himself really… rest. The light and presence of another person usually meant it was still time to be alert, even if it wasn’t in this situation.

He stayed sat at the corner of the cot like a statue. Until he looked back up at Nina.

"Sorry for stabbing you, I went a bit overboard." She sounded sincere.

She seemed to think for a few minutes. Before writing something down on a post it.

She handed the post it to him, on it was a phone number.

"My phone number, if you ever need something call me, I owe you that after all. Can be for anything." Her tone stayed sincere.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

His immune system was practically shot, and he knew, logically, the only thing keeping him alive was this person’s hand on his shoulder.

That meant the logical choice was to just let her take him to the infirmary, despite the danger that might come after.

Surely, this was enough of a fight that Slade wouldn’t be too mad for failing to complete the contract. Hopefully.

They walked down a few corridors and did a few turns before being met with a glass door.

She opened the door, took the first aid kit that was right next to a bed.

In the room there were a few plushies, and a picture of a man with graying hair in the middle of a group of people. The woman along with his target were in the picture too.

Now that there was more light her name tag was visible. 'Nina Blackburn' written in a neat handwriting, under her name in a smaller and more machine-like handwriting was written 'Security guard & nurse'.

The room just looked like a normal infirmary, and there were no weird stains, so Dick let himself relax a bit.

His eyes lingered on the group photo. At first, he had instinctively went to planning on how to get the information of his target’s location from the woman, seeing both of them in the photo, but he forced himself to stop. This was not the time for that, and he failed his contract already, so there was no use.

Dick looked up when the woman spoke and moved to sit at the edge of one of the medical cots. He noticed her name tag at the same time.

He supposed it made sense for someone with abilities like hers to be both security and a nurse, but that must be hard to juggle.

She looked at the kid, trying to assess the situation, the wound shouldn't be too wide, but with where it is, it wouldn't be ideal to bandage.

But, he eventually relented, carefully taking off armor from his chest and arms before taking off his Kevlar-lined shirt.

Underneath revealed a myriad of scars, and a stiff but thin brace on his left wrist, which had purple and green bruises around it.

She took a cotton and put disinfectant on it, she carefully cleaned the wound. When she was done she bandaged it, making sure to not make it too tight.

She looked at his wrist, and gently touched it, she still had a bit of his blood on her hands so she should be able to do that.

The bruise on his wrist started fading, some more than others, but they were somewhat more healed. Nina was hit with a wave of dizziness as she pushed her ability farther than it can be but she felt no regrets.

She sat down on one of the few chairs in the room.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

His immune system was practically shot, and he knew, logically, the only thing keeping him alive was this person’s hand on his shoulder.

That meant the logical choice was to just let her take him to the infirmary, despite the danger that might come after.

Surely, this was enough of a fight that Slade wouldn’t be too mad for failing to complete the contract. Hopefully.

They walked down a few corridors and did a few turns before being met with a glass door.

She opened the door, took the first aid kit that was right next to a bed.

In the room there were a few plushies, and a picture of a man with graying hair in the middle of a group of people. The woman along with his target were in the picture too.

Now that there was more light her name tag was visible. 'Nina Blackburn' written in a neat handwriting, under her name in a smaller and more machine-like handwriting was written 'Security guard & nurse'.

The room just looked like a normal infirmary, and there were no weird stains, so Dick let himself relax a bit.

His eyes lingered on the group photo. At first, he had instinctively went to planning on how to get the information of his target’s location from the woman, seeing both of them in the photo, but he forced himself to stop. This was not the time for that, and he failed his contract already, so there was no use.

Dick looked up when the woman spoke and moved to sit at the edge of one of the medical cots. He noticed her name tag at the same time.

He supposed it made sense for someone with abilities like hers to be both security and a nurse, but that must be hard to juggle.

She looked at the kid, trying to assess the situation, the wound shouldn't be too wide, but with where it is, it wouldn't be ideal to bandage.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

His immune system was practically shot, and he knew, logically, the only thing keeping him alive was this person’s hand on his shoulder.

That meant the logical choice was to just let her take him to the infirmary, despite the danger that might come after.

Surely, this was enough of a fight that Slade wouldn’t be too mad for failing to complete the contract. Hopefully.

They walked down a few corridors and did a few turns before being met with a glass door.

She opened the door, took the first aid kit that was right next to a bed.

In the room there were a few plushies, and a picture of a man with graying hair in the middle of a group of people. The woman along with his target were in the picture too.

Now that there was more light her name tag was visible. 'Nina Blackburn' written in a neat handwriting, under her name in a smaller and more machine-like handwriting was written 'Security guard & nurse'.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Closing his eyes briefly, Dick tried to fight off a wave of nausea. His shoulder dripped to the floor. This was all such a mess.

“Moral codes don’t matter when you can’t follow them,” he muttered unintentionally. The blood problems were getting to him.

“I can’t go to the hospital. Can’t take the domino off. Can’t— if they find out— no. He’ll—” He stumbled over his words in a bit of a panic. “No hospitals.”

She was focused on doing what was necessary so the kids wouldn't die. It wasn't easy, contrary to controlling her own blood it didn't feel natural, and she needed to touch his blood for it to work and she couldn't try to speed up the process.

Without moving her hand she tried to get where exactly her own blood was, once she knew she removed it, or at least most of it.

"I'm going to get you to the infirmary, there you'll be able to rest, I'm not removing my hands from where it is or you'll bleed out again." She explained not giving him much of a choice.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

She was a target he couldn’t hit, and when he had, it only injured himself. How was he supposed to fight someone like this?

His legs weakened. His head felt lighter than it should have. His injured arm ached more than before. Clearly, the proximity of the cut to his heart was speeding up the process.

Dick still pressed a hand to his injury, his breathing getting a bit shallow.

“Fuck you,” he muttered under his breath, sword shaking in his hand despite his efforts. “…Slade is going to kill me.”

In one last frustrated movement, Dick dropped his sword and grabbed a throwing star, launching it at his opponent. The force of his own arm made him stumble, breath catching in his throat as he caught himself on his knee.

Blood loss and incorrect blood. Fun duo.

"Slade? That makes more sense as to why you want it. I've heard whatever he did to his body isn't the most stable. Or maybe he just had a client, I don't know, never meet him." She commented.

"So, are you going to let me call an ambulance for ya or not? One thing sure is that I'm not letting you die either way kid. Just the hospital is the better option." She asked, giving him a choice. "Unlike your mentor I have a moral code. And you do too, don't you?"

She stood up.

Walked towards him, she stopped away from him, a good distance.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

He had just under a 50% chance that he’d be safe with this blood, but those weren’t great odds. There was also the possibility that Dick’s attacker could control their blood within his body, which would make this all much worse.

Dick shifted in his spot, gripping his sword like it was the last thing he had control over.

“I’m under contract. This is a job for me, and you’re getting in the way,” he said through his teeth. “What makes you think I want a damn ambulance?”

Slade would kill him if he was taken to a hospital. Because then Bruce could find him— or the titans— anyone. He might just kill the Titans because he failed a mission this badly.

"I'm also under contract, this is my job, you're in my way too, the only difference is that mine is legal, yours isn't." She sounded slightly amused.

She looked at the bracelet she was wearing before looking at a few unfinished looking projects.

"Out of everything this is what you're paid to steal? Someone has a problem huh." With the way she spoke it was that clear that to her it wasn't much. "They could have waited, it's going to be released to the public with a more discreet design soon."

She walked to the plant that had fallen on him earlier.

"That's unfortunate, it's from Ivy's last attack, they haven't finished studying it yet, it's very pretty too, I'll try to replant it later." She sounded genuinely saddened.

Her guard wasn't fully down, but it was obvious she didn't see him as a threat at the moment.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Then a blade shot from the wound and imbedded itself into Dick’s shoulder, before the tip of it melted and seemed to be vacuumed into his own bleeding wound. Dick snapped a hand to it, but didn’t stop any of the other’s blood enter him.

He took in a shaky inhale. His leg was already feeling weird from the last time she cut him— now her blood was definitely inside of him. What the fuck?

Dick took a quick, but shaky, swipe at her before jumping back, retreating to be out of reach of her blade.

He wasn’t sure what to do. The second he got any sort of hit in, she seemed unbothered and would retaliate.

How was he supposed to fight someone who can’t get hurt? Was this the gadget? Enhancement of some kind?

What was the blood going to do in his body?

“I won’t be captured without a fight,” he growled, trying to still be as intimidating as possible.

The cut wasn't healed, but it was already halfway there, the advantage of being able to control her blood.

"Alright then. But a blade won't help you, just make it easier to get the blood out." She informed him.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Then she put the gadget on. The one Slade told him nothing about other than to take it. He had no idea what it might door how much danger he was now in.

But he couldn’t stop. ‘Don’t go down without a fight’, rung in his ears.

Dick sidesteps one of the blades, and hit the other away from his knee with his bo staff.

He heard the rope holding up the plant snap before he saw it fall, barely having enough time to put his arms above his head before it slammed down on top of him. He let his body take some of the hit, going down to a knee, to lower the chance of a concussion.

“Shit,” he muttered, his left forearm screaming in pain.

The sword hit her arm, she had moved her arm to somewhat block the sword.

The cut was there, but no blood went out.

Until it did, in the form of a sword, the manipulation was faster than the other she had done, it wasn't that much faster but it was still faster.

With their current position it would be hard for him to avoid it, the moment the blade hits him she'll make it liquify partly, the rest go back.

"Listen kid, I don't want to hurt you." She replied sounded slightly annoyed. "So can you stop fighting? I wouldn't want to have to call an ambulance for you."

She also needs him to move his sword so she can heal it. But she just realised she blocked his sword in her own blood.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Seeing the preparation to swing the large blade, Dick kicked his feet up just as it swung past, dodging it entirely and landing a couple feet to the side. He barely noticed the throwing knife in time, and side stepped it just fast enough that it only skimmed his leg.

He was hit. Not good. Not too bad, at least. He needed to disorient better than this.

“I’m not a kid,” he gritted out.

He didn’t pay attention to what happened to the blood-throwing knife after that. Instead shifting his focus to retaliate immediately.

She took a step back, trying to avoid the swing but she didn't, it caused her to stumble but she didn't fall.

She had no reaction to the pain. Almost as if she didn't feel it.

She took a few steps back, creating distance, but also getting right next to where the gadget was. She scanned her finger and opened the case, putting it on, a light on it turned a velvet colour.

"Might as well use it, so you know what the gadget you're trying to take does." She replied confident.

It didn't do anything interesting, only stabilised meta ability. It's the least interesting thing to take, and wouldn't do much for her since hers is pretty stable, but might scare the kid, unless he knows what it does.

The blade disappeared, blood going back. Instead she made three throwing knifes.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

“Not exactly,” he said, not explaining at all. “I’m sure I have a chance, either way.”

Without any warning, Dick shot forwards, arching his bo staff back as if about to swing for her directly.

At the last second, Dick dropped down and slid across the floor, under the other’s blade, and jumped back up behind her, aiming a hard, spinning strike to the back of her head. He was trying to disorient her.

"That was good. Almost wasn't able to counter it." She told him as she turned around.

The shield went back to being liquid blood, and stained her hair, she winced at the thought of her neighbour called the police on her for being covered in blood, again.

If she was being honest, if his plan had been to attack anywhere but her head he would have succeeded.

She moved to attack, seeming to be aiming for his ankle with her blade, while doing that she discreetly made a small throwing blade and aimed it at the back of his knee, if the throwing knife hit she would liquify it, it would make her blood mix with his, which depending on his blood type would reject.

She was trying to hold back, but she wasn't sure if she was successful, she didn't want to hurt the kid. He looks like he's what? 14?

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

He took in the situation as quickly as he could. Enhanced or meta single person threat. Something along the lines of blood manipulation and shapeshifting. Room is likely locked down, and the alarm could have brought backup.

Logically, Dick should stand down. Especially since the woman knew he was injured and could use that against him, this fight was clearly not going to go in his favor.

But— Slade might hurt him worse than this woman would if he surrendered without a fight. So, he couldn’t back down.

“Even if I am injured, it wouldn’t affect my abilities,” he said, keeping his tone as flat and cold as he could. “I will not go down without a fight.”

He snapped his bo staff out again, turning on the electricity in it— enough volts to stun the normal person.

She didn't attack yet.

She looked around, as if to verify they were indeed alone.

"Come on kid, attack me, I'm giving you the first attack, doesn't that give you an advantage?" She asked curiously.

The thing was that she didn't want to hurt the kid badly, so seeing how he fights would help her avoid that.

"I'm just a simple security guard, you're not fighting a hero or police officer. I'm sure you can win this if you're so great." She said almost mockingly.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.

Then, she formed a blade out of her glowing blue blood. Enhanced. This was— not ideal. The entire contract may have been a trap, and Duck wasn’t sure he’d be able to complete it. The repercussions were not going to be fun.

Dick took his collapsable bo staff from his belt and snapped it to full length, shifting a foot back to get in a more secure stance. He was choosing to fight now, but he was preparing a route to run if he had to. Even if Slade would kill him for not completing his job.

It was a normal deep ecarlate colour.

She didn't attack him, however she hit the wall with the blade, and a bit of it fell, revealing a button, she hit it and an alarm started, there was sound, what sounded like lock.

The few people who were here nodding to the young woman before leaving.

"You're choosing to be difficult?" She asked, sounding disappointed, so deeply disappointed, like she had bigger hope for him.

"And I will catch you easily. And you want to know why?" She said calmly, her tone more natural then before. "Because injuries don't matter. An blessings I was born with."

"But for you they do matter. You're already hurt aren't you?" She sounded concerned but also pleased.

Once again, Dick had been sent out on another contract. Slade takes almost twice as many as he used to, and puts half of them onto Dick to take care of. Dick knows not to argue at this point.

But, this one was different. Not because of the mission— a kill and some robbery, nothing different than normal— but because Dick was weakened. Training from the past week had left him… battered. His left wrist was broken and splinted under his armor.

Still, he was expected to complete the contract. No discussion.

So now Dick was here, slipping across the rafters of some large-scale lab, and trying to find some poor nerd scientist who pissed someone off— the guy he was contracted to kill. Dick didn’t want to look at his face for too long, to prevent nightmares, so he was hoping to catch a glimpse of him and leave some poison in his water and get out with whatever gadget he was supposed to steal.

The lab was fairly empty right now— just a couple odd scientists focused on their work. Dick needed to get closer to figure out who he was targeting, so he hopped down silently, creeping behind some shelves.

The people he was seeing didn’t look like the target. But— he spotted the gadget. He wasn’t sure what it was, exactly, but it looked like it could be worn like a bracelet. Might as well grab it.

Creeping forwards, Dick inched his way to the case surrounding the gadget. He started working on the lock on the case, fingers moving swiftly, though a bit slower than normal, with his wrist having been broken, before—

A door being kicked down by a woman with lilac hair in a bun, blue eyes and veins who looked like they were glowing.

"You're not allowed to be here. And the guy you're supposed to kill? He's not here either. No one is here but me and a few other with the meant of defending themselves." She explained confidently, too confident, she thought she had the upper hand in the situation that was clear.

"And that gadget you're trying to steal? Useless unless you have something to go with it." She replied with the same tone has before.

She sounded confident, but that didn't mean that anything she said wasn't a lie. She probably didn't know his actual target, just that he had one.