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Redback was trying to rest, but all the constant talking was making it slightly difficult as she faded in and out of consciousness. She might not need to pass out with a concussion, but she was just beaten by Superman Lite, and was in no real mood to follow medical rules. The sounds of them talking wer distorted and muffled, even with her sharp senses. Redback didn't pay much attention to what they were saying, the mission was over, right? The Titans won/lost, so it was time for recooping, and morning the green arrow woman.

The explosion and sirens woke her very sucessfully, much to her concussion's credit. Redback nearly reached the ceiling as she jumped at the sounds. UGH. What the Hell?! She grumbled as she slid off the bed, hitting the floor when she remembered that her leg hurt like a b***h. Damn it. Redback stood look took at the others in the med bay with confusion. If this was a joke... it was in poor taste.

The voice on the speakers made it clear that this wasn't some sick joke, but ann attack continued by this 'Slade' person. The sounds of dozens of men reached her ears in a painful thunderous echo, making her hold her ears. They needed to escape this obvious trap.

The men were at the doors, giving ehr just enough time to look at the otehrs before deciding to jump to the ceiling to vacate through the vents. ********. This. She wasn't about to be captured or killed like the green chick had been. She had gone through HELL and the obsession of a spider lunatic. Whoever this Slade was, he was making her a deadly enemy. Redback replaced the grate and started to crawl and slide away through a maze of vents. Maybe she could call Batman to come kick this Slade's a**. If anyone could, it would be that creepy guy.

As Redback moved through the vents, she caught glimpses of others being taken down, fighting, and groups of soldiers in the corridors. tHis was far deeper than any fall out from a mission. Smeone was hired to take the group out, and as much as she would looveee to run away to get someone else to make this thier problem... she had to do something... But what? Redback didn't have the training to take down such highly trained soldiers.

Deathstroke parried Nightwing's blow with a swipe of his bo-staff; the distinct clanging sound of metal on metal echoing throughout the hall as the weapons clashed together. Slade moved in for a counter-strike, but Nightwing managed to intercept the Terminator's strike with his own crescent kick forcing Slade back a few steps. The kick hit Deathstroke hard enough to shake him, but his enhanced strength combined with the added protection of his promethium armor protected him against any serious damage. It was made clear to Slade that Grayson was unfocused, blinded by his emotions, probably as a result of what had happened earlier that day. This was a fatal error, one that would cost Nightwing the fight.

Deathstroke bounded forward, a barrage of lightning fasts bo-staff strikes thrown toward all of d**k's vital areas. The Terminator managed to land several strikes to Nightwing's ribs and the sides of his head, forcing the young Vigilante back. You allow the death of an ally, an ally you barely, to shake you like this? People die Grayson - allies die. Grow up. Slade scolded as he clashed his staff with d**k's escrima sticks. The Assassin stared Nightwing dead in the eye, a disgusted scowl making its way across Deathstroke's lips as he leaned in to the attack. He knew d**k was better than this, Hell he had put up a better fight back when he was Robin. You disappoint me, Slade spat spitefully, thrusting his arms forward to shove d**k back before taking aim with his power-staff and blasting him with a powerful yellow beam of energy square in his chest. The blast wasn't fatal, but it tossed him across the room into a wall rendering him unconscious. Slade made his way to the mangled body of Nightwing, staring down at his longtime foe for a long moment before sending a heavy kick to the downed hero's rib-cage. You disgust me.

The Ghosts had managed to track Redback to the grate, aiming their rifles up into the vents and firing. The Terminator made his way to the vent and tossed a grenade inside. The grenade activated, releasing a powerful toxin into the ventilation system. The toxin wasn't fatal, but it would next to immediately render all who inhaled it unconscious. Within seconds, Redback fell from the grates into a heap at the feet of the Ghosts, leaving her defenseless as they scooped her up and carried her out.

Donna had managed to emerge victorious over the two Ghosts that had attacked her earlier, the second of the pair crumpling into an unconscious heap at her feet. While she was distracted, Slade tossed a sticky taser-grenade to her back. The grenade send 500,000 volts of electricity pumping through the Amazon's body, forcing her to submit and secede to capture at the hands of the invaders.

After the Tower had been cleared of H.I.V.E personnel and the prisoners, Deathstroke flipped a switch setting the dozens of charges placed throughout Titans tower during the battle to detonate. The Tower went up in a ball of fire, burning to the ground along with everything (and every one) left inside. Slade made his way to the pile of rubble, lifting a piece of black and yellow cloth from the ashes... a piece of Robin's cape. Guess you weren't so tough after all... Deathstroke muttered to himself with a chuckle, opening his palm and allowing the wind to carry the piece of cloth away over the ocean. The Terminator brought his right middle and index fingers to the side of his helmet, opening a transmission with his employer.

This is Deathstroke, the Titans have been apprehended and their Tower's been destroyed. I stand ready to execute them now.

Slade went silent for a long while as he listened to the response on the other end. What he heard was unexpected, but not surprising. He opened his mouth to oppose the decision, before reconsidering and reweighing the options. If that's really what Mr. Darhk wanted, who was he to challenge him? He was just a hired gun, after all.

Understood sir, however I expect to be paid upon arrival. This change in our contract isn't something I agreed to.

It looked to be yet another sleepless night ahead for Gotham's Red Robin. Same old usual routine, take care of the petty criminals, keep an eye out for the major league ones -- Oh, and spend most of the night awake and hunched over a monitor. Not that Tim didn't enjoy this life style, it was something he so longed for, but a good night's sleep would probably go a long way for him. As he felt the power of the Redbird push against the roads of Gotham seamlessly, a message signaled from his comm - none other than Damian, the manikin himself.

"I wouldn't be contacting you if this wasn't serious. The Titans have been abducted and I need help. So, will you help me, Drake?" For all his attempt to disguise it in the presence of Tim, Damian sounded exhausted and beaten - which was incredibly unlike him. He never really offered Damian help, the last few times that he had his hand was slapped away... literally. "Sure. Get somewhere safe, let me know and I'll meet you there." He said as he shifted his weight and turned the Redbird. It never truly irked him until he would hear Damian say his name. 'Tim Drake'. At times it would feel like a snide remark that he didn't belong - that he wasn't 'Tim Wayne'. He wouldn't press on it though, his little brother needed his help and he couldn't reject it.

Red Robin hadn't given a specific location to meet Robin at within San Francisco. Had the Titan's Tower's security been breached, and Damian was the only escapee? Who knows if their communications had been breached - which is why he left it to Damian to decide their meeting place. As they met the place of Damian's choice, he lay eyes on his injured and bruised brother. His brows pushed down on his mask as he looked at him. It was a truly sorry sight, and to see Damian humbled in this manner was of no comfort at all. It was brutal.

Before Drake could even begin to console Damian, an incredibly rare moment of weakness took over - but incredibly warranted. "Where is d**k? They got him too?" He spoke through his teeth as both concern and fear mingled in his voice. Who was their kidnapper? How was it that they managed to defeat a team under the direction of both Damian Wayne and d**k Grayson? He could make a guess, but it wouldn't add up - not in the orderly head of Tim Drake. He held out a hand to offer the young Robin any sort of support, his hand shaking reluctantly - more or less because he knew that there was a large probability this his support was going to be declined in a typical Damian Wayne nagging-esque manner.

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Son of the Bat

As expected, Damian was soldiering through it. Typical, but respectable - there was a strength in him that even some of the best of heroes lacked. He wouldn't waste time worrying over Nightwing any further, it was priority to get him back. "It will not leave our company." Tim assured him. A faint grin emerged on Tim's face, as there was more than likely a mutual understanding that Bruce was already more than aware that this place existed.

As Damian turned on the television, he turned and glanced at the flaming wreckage. Tim's eyes widened in shock as he listened to the list of events that had led up to the destruction before him. His attention was dragged away from the television as it was turned off. He watched as Damian snarled. It was time for an even mind to interject. "You and I are blessed with a conscious mind, capable of anything. We can solve all the problems of the world with that mind -- don't let anger get the best of you. Your ability to keep it at bay is why you're here right now and not attempting a suicide mission like d**k." He knew that Damian most likely already knew this, but he wasn't going to risk any irrationality - it makes for poor strategy.

He followed as Damian opened up a rather crudely tiled room. His very own outpost, Tim couldn't help stare around to see what he had amassed within. Damian ushered over Tim. He scrolled through files and folders of data of this 'Jaime Reyes'. His face grew intrigued as he read through all the information that was collected on the individual. Tim's mind immediately set to plan to utilise his skills and for the best way to rescue the others. A plan of attack, the kid detective knew that first they must deduce their enemy - though that train of thought was interrupted as Damian wanted to move out.

The pair strode outside, both their motorcycles were already there and parked. Damian already knew this however having called for them in the first place. "I took the liberty of hacking into your cycle and bringing it here while we were inside going over the file. You're welcome." said Robin, ushering forward to sit on his bike. "According to Batman's tracker, Reyes is already here in San Francisco. Fortunate for us. Now all we need to do is find him, recruit him. Then retrieve the Titans." he glared behind his mask looking forward. Drake probably wouldn't be listening to his orders like this had the situation itself not been so dire. Clutching the bar and revving up his motorbike, he was to take lead seeing as these were his affairs and Drake was only a temporary in assisting. Doing a wheelie for a greater boost then bringing it down back on it's head wheel diving forward through the streets of San Fran.

Just kill them already, spoke the voice of Slade Wilson as he made his way toward Darhk and his pubescent guests. The Assassin held his helmet tucked under his right arm, leaving his scarred and eye patched face exposed for the Titans to see for the first time. His chalk white bangs falling messily to the side of his forehead. If you want them to stay down I advise that you take care of it now. As I'm sure you know, I've fought these kids on several occasions... let's just say that they're resilient.

Deathstroke placed his helmet back on his head, the red lense lighting up ominously as the piece of armor clicked into place. Slade figured Mr. Darhk would probably not head his warning, Slade knew these charismatic types. They liked to talk. They liked to taunt, give their spiel, monologue, explain their "evil plan", etc. It always ended the same way, the victim somehow escapes by some inexplicable act of God - more likely, however, just moronic luck.

The only reason Deathstroke was even still here after having received his payment was because Damien insisted, also the H.I.V.E. leader paid generously and Slade would prefer to keep Darhk as his client; if playing loyal for a little bit was a way to ensure that, well Deathstroke has had to endure much worse.

Deathstroke crossed his arms and stared at the immobilized Titans; deep inside he knew they had some kind of trick up their sleeve, it was only a matter of time. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but not actually finding the body of Robin was something he found... unsettling. Had he been given the time Slade would have began a search for it, he was always wary about not having the concrete evidence of a corpse to solidify his kill. Alas, however, what Damien saw was enough to appease him... and Slade knew that was going to come back to bite them in the a**, he just knew it.

Slade was right to assume Damien hadn't heard his comment. Because he didn't. He was far too busy having fun at the heroes' expense. Even more with the reactions he received. He watched the Amazon's eyes wander off as if she was searching. Slightly peeving him before he realized, she'd probably been wondering where the others were that he neglected to mention. "I see. You have that twinkle your eye. You must be wondering where your friends are. Don't worry. I don't want to ruffle any feathers." He rose his arm and flung it out for theatrics mostly. Appearing beside them would be the remaining members who were also restrained--Firestorm, Red Arrow, and Redback. "See? Now if you all would so kind as to return your attention to moi. I have a presentation I put together to explain in detail as to how and why all of these unfortunate events came to be. Same for how this meeting between us came to be. Where should we start? Oh. That's right your team destroyed several of my facilities costing me millions." Damien paused laughing. "I'm sorry. As I was saying millions." his tone darkened. "You all prance around in your little fancy costumes and you play hero. That's all fine. Maybe help an old lady across a street. Save a cat from a tree. But when you stuck your nose in my business -- you made a terrible mistake. You see, because I'm a man who takes his business to heart. It's my lively hood. It's how I provide for my family. And you by destroying my facilities took food out of my family's mouths. Now if I didn't know any better... That sounds a lot like something a villain a do. I should know. Bad guy, remember?" said Damien pointing to himself. "But a hero? Don't you guys work off a code or something? Either way after you all carelessly blew up my homes. I called in Mr. Wilson here to deal with you. To teach you a lesson. Then to kill you of course. " Damien finished again.

"So I guess you could say the death of your poor friend, Artemis was collateral. Or part of it anyway. And brutal especially watching it in HD. Remember though, you guys did cost me millions of dollars. So here's how this is going to work. I'm going to give your leader the floor to speak once again. Should what he has to say move me, I'll maybe think about making your deaths quick. And if he doesn't, I'll be forced to torture you slowly and painfully while your comrades watch. Because those restraints are not only made of Promethium but they're also powered by my own brand of magic. Now without further ado, Richard. You may now have the floor."