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Jason wakes from his slumber disoriented. His first instinct is to look around… but there is no light anywhere, natural or artificial. His second instinct is… well, to figure out where he is. His training tells him to stay calm and listen, use his senses to help him. Jason stays still and does just that. It’s dark. It’s so dark that… he can’t see anything. What happened? |
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(Where am I?) |
| There is a sound coming from the ceilings. Sounds like… machineries. Cogs and gears? | |
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(I never heard anything like that. Why am I here? How did I pass out?) |
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(I remember I was on a mission... with the Teen Titans.) |
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(...Then… was there an ambush? Fuck, I think so. It was… was… was Deathstroke’s team, wasn’t it? They called themselves Defiance.) |
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(Am I kidnapped again?) |
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Jason tries to get up, his legs kicking out. They hit something that feels like bars. Jason has been lying flat on something. A bed? When he moves, it makes a creaking sound. A small cot, then. But wait… there’s another sound when he moves his arms. Something… jingly. |
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(I really need to see what’s going on. What is this place?) |
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(There has to be a light switch somewhere, right? They can’t really have put me in some dark room with no light, can they?) |
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(Calm down, Jason. Think about your training. Look for a light switch first, then take in your surroundings. Feel around carefully for a switch.) |
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Jason fumbles in the dark, until his hand touches what feels like a hard tabletop. |
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(Is this… a nightstand?) |
| He fumbles some more, until his hand touches something that feels like the base of a lamp. His heart pumps in excitement, and his fingers move up to look for a switch. He finds it along the pole. | |
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Bingo! |
| The room is bathed in a soft wash of lamplight. | |
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Where… am I? |
| Jason looks down at his hands. | |
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Fuck. |
| There are chains around his wrists. Shackles, thickness about three fingers. The metal surfaces are smooth enough to mirror the expression on his face. They are attached to a couple of chains, and the interiors of the cuffs are lined with cotton and velvet paddings. | |
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(I need to get out of here, I need to...) |
| Jason inspects himself. Fuck. It’s going to be hard. He is not wearing his Robin uniform that he last remembers wearing. He is in a giant red shirt and some oversized shorts. He is also bare feet. | |
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(They disarmed me. Of course they did.) |
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Jason looks around. The door next to the bed looks like it leads into a bathroom, and in the distance, there is what seems like a locked entrance. There is also a square opening near the ceiling—the only window in this tiny room. The headboard comprises thin metal bars, and his manacles are fixed to the wall through the frame. The chains are thicker than his thumbs, but at least they are long, giving him enough room to enter and exit the bathroom and even move freely in his cell. Jason stretches his legs for his toes to touch the ground. The contact of his bare feet with the cool floor causes a shudder to shoot through him. There are no windows in the bathroom, and the one window the room does have is too high up and small for Jason to use. When he tries to inspect the entryway, Jason realizes that his chains are too short. |
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Fuck! |
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(Jason, calm down, think…) |
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(What do they want from me? Is Deathstroke after Batman? Or is he under contract? Fuck! I really wish I knew more. They can’t leave me here all alone, right? Someone has to come and check on me...Right?) |
| Just then, there is a sound. | |
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(What is that?) |
| It sounds like footsteps. Coming this way. It has to be one of Jason’s captors. | |
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Renegade |
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“The Senpai” Deathstroke’s mysterious apprentice. He takes after his mentor—focused, serious, and determined. He is ruthless in the face of his enemies, and he keeps his secrets well. No one has ever figured out his true identity… Or have they? Jason may have a few ideas himself... |
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Jericho |
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“The Sweetie” The mysterious member of Defiance. Mute from a childhood injury and communicates through sign language. There may be more than a few secrets to learn from him... |
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Ravager |
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“The Rebel” Rose Wilson, Slade’s daughter. She’s the closest to Jason’s age. And the most talkative. |
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Deathstroke |
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“The Daddy” Slade Wilson, the infamous leader of the team. Does Jason really want this to be the first face he sees after his kidnapping? There’s one way to find out. |