End Game Who:Jack and Helena What: False rescue and regret Note: Finished with the permission of Helena's mun. Violence.
It was just another pretty day in The City. The party had gone over well, nobody had been hurt.... that was a little bit of a disappointment, but not every party could be a screamer. And of course, there had been the sandwich guy, and the other guy. But they didn't count, because they weren't party goers. And he had that new kid to play with, but Jack wasn't quite ready for that. He wanted something big. Something to clear his mind. Something special.
What could that be?
He decided that roaming the city looking for his next big thing would be a good idea. Maybe it would smack him in the face. Something so big and so fantastic that he wouldn't even really have to look. It would just be right there. Perfect for him.
Jack could have dreams, couldn't he?
Hands jammed into his pockets, he walked. Whisteling. Waiting.
Huntress took to the rooftops for her nightly sweep. After everything that had happened over the last few weeks, her mind was filled with questions and thoughts and confusion.
It was funny-every time the City started to make sense to her, started to feel like home, something strange happened to throw her for a loop.
Running into her father, losing him and his memory and re-meeting him. Running into a much younger version of her mother, still living the life of a criminal. Meeting a blind superhero. Watching him regain his sight miraculously. And now, it was lost again.
She hopped from rooftop to rooftop, eyes scanning the City for any signs of trouble.
Something-or perhaps nothing-caught her eye down below. A man was walking the streest by himself, but there were two suspicious figures following him. They were bundled up in trench coats, which was odd considering the wave of warm weather they had experienced lately. She watched as the smaller figure reached into the jacket to retrieve something. Before whatever could be pulled out, she swooped down and landed just behind them. She touched down silently and waited-giving the benefit of the doubt for a moment.
Jack didn't notice the two behind him, and maybe that was a bad thing. Went to show how very little he cared about his surroundings. Could also be a showing as to just how crazy he really was. Not thinking that somebody might try to do anything to him. It was arrogant, too.
He didn't notice them, and it gave them the perfect chance to get right up on him and grab him.
"We're gonna take your money, pops." One said.
"Then we're gonna beat you senseless." The other chimed in.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me." Jack replied.
Did these two really have no idea who they were dealing with? It made him laugh. It made him laugh really hard. And then he got punched in the mouth.
Huntress rushed forward as the two swooped in and one landed a punch on the man's mouth.
She gripped the shoulders of the one who had just punched him and easily shoved him out of the way, before shooting a batarang at the second attacker.
"Now's the time to consider a career change. Maybe a job with less risk of bodily harm?" she quipped, moving towards the first again, preparing for a fight if he got to his feet.
Jack stepped aside. He had a weapon he could use, sure, but there was something that had caught his eye. Batarang. She was a BAT. She was a motherfucking BAT and she was saving HIM from some stupid fucking retards who didn't know what they were doing. Somehow, it was ironic. Somehow. He'd figure it out later.
For now, he played the scared victim. Terrified of what had almost happened, scared for his life, his property. It was really sort of hilarious, and Jack was having a hard time not laughing. He screwed up his face best he could. Couldn't quite squeeze out a tear, though. Pity that.
He watched the fun go on.
She was definitely a Bat. The way she moved. The fun toys she had. But what Bat? Not Batgirl, he knew that for a fact, Babsypoo was sitting in a wheelchair in her high tower. Not the new Batgirl either. She was all mute and stuff, this one could talk. Not a new Robin, she wasn't young, male, black haired/blue eyed, or good for any kind of pedophile action. Her boobs were too nice.
So who?
She easily dispatched with the second would-be mugger, who was now tied with thick cords. Time to call the police.
That done, she looked up to the victim, her expression softening.
"Are you okay?" she asked warmly.
She was surprised he was still here. Typically, people ran as quickly as possible when she swooped in to stop a crime like this.
"I... think so, yes." Jack nodded. "Who... who are you? I've never seen you before. Or maybe I have. I don't know. This city is filled with wonderful heroes, I feel bad but I keep forgetting names."
He needed to know.
Needed to.
What part of the damned family was she?
His not knowing kind of angered him. He made it his goal to know everything possible about Bats and what went on with them.
She smiled.
"Well, some of us make a point of not being seen unless you're in need. I'm Huntress, and don't feel bad about not knowing my name. I tend to stick to the shadows myself."
She looked him over once more, trying to calculate how to politely take off. She wasn't much for small talk afterwards. Save, make sure victim stayed safe and move on to the next.
"So, are you hurt at all? Do you need me to escort you to the hospital?"
"I don't think I need to go to the hospital. But..." He made his face look ashamed. "I would appreciate it very much if you could walk me home. I'm so afraid they'll come back with ... like... reinforcements."
Huntress, huh?
Yeah.
He was going to have some fun with this one.
He just needed to find some place to have it. An old house. That old woman's house from a long time ago. It still hadn't been sold. He would use that.
Yes.
Jack repressed a smile.
"I can see you home," Huntress replied with a smile, retrieving her grappling hook gun.
"But I have a faster way." she reached out an arm to him. "You'll just have to hold on to me."
"Hold on to you..." Jack blinked his eyes at her. "Well. Okay."
She must have been the first supertightswearer that he'd ever known who was willing to get all touchy feely. It was an odd change. His surprise was genuine.
"I live, oh." He'd lost his bearings. Jack turned in a small circle until the path to the old dead woman's house looked familiar. "Sorry, that way. All that being mugged whatnot, it's enough to addle anyone."
A big smile and then he moved toward her, wrapped his arms around her, and waited.
It was amazing, to be in the arms of a Bat. Being saved by one. Jack pointed out the house as they got close. Still and dark, just like he'd left it. Clearly the old woman's family wasn't near, or they didn't speak. The body might even still be in there, for all he knew.
They set down and Jack asked her to come inside, claiming that he was still scared because of the attack. She seemed reluctant, but being a hero, she couldn't say no.
Jack loved that about the heroes.
They just had to help. Just had to.
Once she was inside, it was all over for her. Jack knew it, but she didn't seem to.
"So which are you?" He said it before she could notice the stench of decay. Before she could question in her head what was going on. Before she ever thought things were fishy.
"What?"
"Who are you?"
"Huntress."
It wasn't enough for him. Not by far. Not by a long shot. He wanted a name. Jack took the gun out of its holster and pointed it at her.
"You're a bat, so I know this is going to really hurt. I can make it hurt a lot, or you can tell me what I want to know."
"You're insane." He'd watched what she could do, and here he was...
"Am I?" And he shot her. It wasn't a fatal shot, it would just hurt a lot. And disable that leg. He watched as she fell to the ground. "The problem that you hero types have is that you always think the best of everybody. It's a pity you're never expecting people to actually shoot you isn't it?"
She was there, on the floor, nearly all the way face down. Trying to get back up despite the ravaged knee. Jack was trying to come up with what he wanted to do with her.
"Won't..." She was gritting her teeth. He could hear it in her words. So he shot her again. This time in the lower spine. She convulsed quite nicely for him. Her lower parts stopped holding her up altogether.
Oh look! He was making another Babsy.
Jack knelt and bent to look at her face. There were tears. Oh, how he so loved the tears when they came. They weren't as sweet as Babs' would have been, no. She had special tears. But they were there. And he appreciated them.
"Tell me."
"Helena.... Wayne...."
Oh goodie gumdrops! A WAYNE! Wait. A Wayne? Where had she come from? There had been no Baby Wayne in his time. Did Bruce know about this? How delicious this all was.
It was a sweet revenge years in the making.
The ultimate way of getting back at Bruce Wayne, AKA Batfuck.
Destroy that which was his own blood.
Jack left the room, and returned with a knife.
"Well, Miss Wayne. You and I? We're going to have a little bit of fun, we are. Not that you'll be alive at the end of it to appreciate any of it. You'll just have to take my word for it."
"No..."
"Oh yes." Jack lifted the gun again, fired two shots. One in each shoulder. Best to make this one completely incapable of fighting back. Oh there was a lot of blood loss. He'd have to hurry if he wanted to play with her insides before she went all cold and the blood stopped moving around in there.
He tucked the gun back into it's spot and went to her. Not caring about the blood, he picked her up by the shoulders and pulled her into the kitchen. The table was good and big and... well... the corpse was still in the bedroom. Wouldn't do anybody any good to have that thing taking up space.
What good fun Helena Wayne was going to be.
Jack was going to hold her heart in his hands while it still beat.