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CHAPTER SIXTEEN - THE WEAPON
🕑 Added 2025-01-03 23:46:15 +0000 UTCThe city was on edge. Taylor could feel it in the air as she and Damian moved across the rooftops, their footsteps nearly silent against the cracked concrete. Word had spread quickly—not that the multiple explosions were discreet. Streets that were normally crowded even in the dead of night were now eerily quiet, as if Gotham itself was holding its breath, awaiting the next.
“I don’t like this,” Robin muttered, keeping pace beside her, his eyes scanning the dark streets below. “Ra’s doesn’t make empty threats. If he’s planning something, it’s already in motion.”
“Do you have any idea what the weapon is?”
“No,” Robin admitted, his frustration clear. “But if it’s a prototype from the League, it’s not something we can ignore.”
Eventually, they reached the edge of a wide plaza, its center dominated by a large, armored vehicle surrounded by a group of heavily armed operatives.
“Great,” she muttered. “More operatives.”
Robin crouched beside her, his expression grim. “That vehicle must house the weapon. We need to take it out before they deploy it fully.”
“Got a plan?” Taylor asked.
“You distract the operatives while I try to take them out quickly.”
“Right. I’ll just wave my arms and hope their armour has gaps I can exploit.”
Robin shot her a look, but didn't respond. Instead, he slipped into the shadows with the kind of practiced ease that made him nearly invisible.
Taylor took a deep breath, steeling herself. She reached out to her swarm again, coaxing as many insects as she could muster. They responded sluggishly as usual, but it was enough to create a minor distraction.
“Here goes nothing,” she muttered, stepping out into the open.
The guards spotted her almost immediately, raising their weapons. Taylor didn’t give them time to think. Their armour protected them from stings, but a sufficient enough swarm blocked their sight, so she sent her insects forward, using the chaos to close the distance. Her baton snapped open, and she swung low, taking out the nearest operative’s legs. He went down with a grunt, and she turned, blocking a second attacker’s strike with her baton.
She fought with everything she had, but she couldn't compartmentalize effectively like before. An operative lunged at her, and she barely managed to dodge, stumbling as she tried to regain her footing.
Focus, Taylor. Focus!
Before the operative could strike again, Robin appeared, his sword flashing as he disarmed the man with brutal efficiency.
“Nice save,” Taylor said breathlessly, struggling to steady herself.
Robin nodded, not taking his eyes off the operatives around them. “Couldn’t let you get injured.”
Together, they pushed forward, cutting through the remaining operativea. But the vehicle rumbled to life, its engine roaring as a hatch opened on top and the machine was revealed. It loomed before her, a hulking mass of gears, pistons, and ominously glowing conduits, pulsing with an energy she didn’t understand. The air around it thrummed with a low-frequency hum that made her bones ache, as if the machine itself was alive, watching, waiting.
“That doesn’t look good,” Taylor said, after dealing with the lone operative in the vehicle.
“It’s a dispersal device,” Robin said grimly. “If that thing activates, it’ll release whatever is causing the explosion again.”
“What do we do?” she asked, desperation creeping into her voice. The words came out more forcefully than she intended, her mask of composure cracking under the weight of the situation.
She couldn’t stand by and watch Gotham be destroyed, but she didn’t know how to stop this. It was outside her expertise, a monstrous piece of technology engineered by a mind far beyond hers. Ra’s al Ghul’s voice echoed in her mind, deep and commanding, from her stakeout of Dock 17: “The city is rotting. Its corruption spreads like a disease, infecting everything it touches. This is not destruction, my friend. This is renewal.”
“Destroying it isn’t an option,” Robin said, jaw tightening. “Look at the size of it. Even if we had the firepower to blow it apart, the backlash would set it off.”
Her eyes darted to the control panel—an intricate mess of switches, buttons, and levers. Ra’s hadn’t built this to be easily dismantled. No obvious off-switch, no convenient failsafe.
“Then we find another way,” she said, the desperation in her voice giving way to determination. “There has to be another way.”
Time was running out. The machine’s pulse quickened, and she could hear the faint, high-pitched whine of energy building to a crescendo. The city was counting on them, and failure wasn’t an option.
“What do we do?” she asked again, this time a demand, not a plea.
Robin pulled out a gadget from his belt, analyzing the device with practiced ease. “I can shut it down, but it’s going to take time.”
“How much time?” Taylor asked, already moving to cover him.
“More than we have,” he admitted, his fingers flying over the controls.
Taylor stepped forward, her voice firm. “Then I’ll buy you some.”
The next wave of League operatives descended upon them, but Taylor didn’t back down. Even without her powers, she fought with everything she had, her baton striking with renewed determination.
The battle was brutal, her body aching with every movement, but she refused to give up. Robin’s voice echoed in her ear, shouting updates as he worked to disable the weapon.
“Almost there!” he called out.
One League operative lunged at Taylor, his blade grazing her shoulder as she dodged too slowly. Pain flared, but she didn’t falter, using the momentum to disarm him and knock him unconscious.
Eventually, Robin let out a triumphant shout as the weapon powered down, its core fading to black.
The remaining operatives began to retreat, realizing the battle was lost. Taylor leaned against the body of the vehicle before collapsing to her knees, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Robin crouched next to her, his smirk returning despite the sweat and grime on his face.
“Not bad for someone with faulty powers,” he said, offering her a hand.
Taylor took it, her grip firm despite her exhaustion. “Not bad for someone who makes too many dry jokes.”
As they stood in silence, Taylor couldn’t help but glance at the deactivated weapon, its dark shell a reminder of how close they’d come to failure.
“We stopped it,” she said quietly, more to herself than to Robin.
“For now,” he replied. “But Ra’s won’t give up that easily.”
Taylor knew he was right. This was only the beginning. But for today, at least, they had won.
And that was enough.
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OnAHiatus
That's fair. I'm meant to write an interlude after all
Disorder
A real challenge for our girl. Unlike thugs and most mercenaries, the League of Assassins has the funds to properly equip their soldiers to deal with their new enemy, Swarm Queen. Thankfully for Taylor, she wasn't alone, Robin aiding her through this crisis from beginning to end. Thanks to them, Ra's device has been disarmed. Now, my only hope is that you explain what Batman was doing during all this next chapter because this is normally something he would deal with himself, thus, making him look very bad.
