Y/n slammed Red Hood into the stairs and tried to pick him up and got kicked in the face. He fell over backwards into some sacks in the corner of the room. He tried to stand and Jason knocked him back down with a left hook.

Y/n: Oww. Hey! We talked about this, not the face.

Red Hood: What's the issue you're not using it.

Y/n: Uh, yes I am. *he rubbed his chin then put Jason in a headlock* already got two dates lined up.

Red Hood: with two different people, *twist arm and reverse hold* as two people.

Y/n struggled a bit then tapped out but the second Jason's hold loosened even
a bit, he broke free and put him in an arm bar.

Y/n: how is that a problem?

Red Hood: kinda dishonest, dont do you think?

Y/n: im two people, liking two different people and thats all there is to it.

Red Hood: do they know that?

Y/n: ivy does and what's it to you?

Red Hood: uhh, both ladies are my friends and I don't want you hurting either with your angsty indecisive pre adult edgelord bullshit.

Y/n: hah! thats rich coming from you, the edgiest from a family of edgelords. and your daddy wears all black as his basic outfit and lives in a cave.

???: hahaha

Red Hood: oh yeah? well you... hold on, hold on. yo, pause for sec. *they stopped wrestling and slowly turned their heads to the side,* Hey guys...

Ravager: hey. *Ravager nervously waved at the two before moving slowly towards the stairs with her team.

Y/n: Whatcha doing?

Ravager: Nothing. Don't mind us.

Y/n: Hmmm... *He watched them with narrowed eyes* are you guys escaping?

Ravager: Noo, we're just going... for a walk, yes. A walk.

Y/n: Hmmm... Okay, have fun.

Ravager: Thanks, you too.

They were almost to the stairs when Jason nudged Y/n and gave him a blank look.

Y/n: What?* Y/n laughed and drew his gun, Jason following suit* I thought it would be nice to give them a head start.

The two opened fire but Icicle created an ice wall as the rest made it up the stairs. Y/n and Jason reloaded and broke it with two kicks, sprinting up after them but backing up when Ravager threw blades at them, two stabbing into Y/n's arm when he blocked his face with it.

He clicked his teeth at it and Jason yanked them out, ignoring y/n's pained grunt. He worked the arm until the pain subsided the he got back up.

Red Hood: You let them go and now you got stabbed. Happy now?

Y/n: Fuck yeah. *Peeked and fired a few rounds.* You make it seem like they're going to win. You, me, the gang, ivy, Harley. Heck, even Nightwing and Robin are here.

Red Hood: Still not reason enough to drag this out.

Y/n: Just keep shooting.

For a few minutes, the two groups exchanged fire, bullets, ice and thrown items through the hallway of the ground floor, making their way into the kitchen, taking cover behind doors. Heatwave kept the two back with constant bursts of flame while the others thought of something.

Ravager: Icicle, the wall!

Icicle froze a part of the wall and then broke it down but before he could get out, a barrage of bullets forced him back in. The joker clan were waiting outside for them, guns at the ready.

Icicle: Shit. It's not looking too good. *Ducks a bullet* We're surrounded.

Ravager: That's why the plan was to get out then attack but you and your mouth.

He flipped her off then created another ice wall, buying enough time for them to move to another room. Livewire f quickly found the junction box and quickly began recharge.

Icicle: Really? Now?

Y/n: I hear electricity. What are you guys up to now?

Ravager: Umm.. nothing, just keep shooting at us.

Y/n: I was going to anyway but now I don't want to. Hey, Harley,  what's up? *he went quiet* really? I don't know...*pause* okay I'll ask. Hey, hot torrent or whatever your name is, Harley said to ask how *mumbling* flash?

Heatwave: What? I can't hear you.

Y/n: I said, *mumbled* the flash? Is it true?

Heatwave: What?

Y/n: I said, the flash, is *mumbled* or not? Goddamn it! Quit it with fire already. I'm trying to have a conversation here. Plus, *looked around at the damage* you'll burn the place down.

Heatwave grunted and stopped shooting out flames and peaked around the corner but didn't see anyone. Y/n stepped out with his hand raised above his head and mask off.

Heatwave: So what were you- * three shots fired in rapid succession hit him in side of his helmet, arm and just below his shoulder blade. He fell over backwards, alive but out cold and Y/n ducked back behind cover as icicle sent a blast of ice at him.

Y/n: Hah! Idiot. Who fucking has time for banter? Nice shot by the way.

Red Hood spun his gun around his finger and blew off the smoke with a smirk.

Red Hood: Thank you. Now, you're down a man and trapped. Best time to surrender.

Icicle: Fuck you. *He began charging up a powerful blast but Ravager quickly slaps him in the face and pushes him down.*what the hell?

Ravager: Shut up and listen to me. Those two definitely have heat resistant armor and have only been toying with us, which means we have about 30 seconds before they walk in here and kill us.

He gulped and nodded. She pointed at another wall and he fired at it instead, the force of the blast knocking them back a bit and ravager signaled to livewire.

Ravager: The men outside. Take them down, quickly.

Livewire: Sure thing, sweetie. *She zipped out and bullets pelted the hole, almost hitting them but another ice shield saved them. Ravager threw smoke bombs out the hole and a grenade down the hallway then dashed out the building, icicle quickly catching on and following her.

Y/n: Oh shit! It a fucking 'nade!

Red Hood: Got it! * He aimed and shot the grenade, sending it out in time.* All too easy.

Y/n grumbled and dashed out after them, the sounds of lightning and his men's cries weren't giving him a great feeling. And truly the sight of half of them with second degree burns and passed out pissed him off.

Y/n: Bitch.

Livewire dropped the guy she was holding with a laugh then zipped away when Y/n opened fire. He was about to chase when Red Hood tackled him, an ice spike zipping by and barely missing his arm. Icicle clicked his teeth then run away around a street corner.

Red Hood: Split up?

Y/n: You mean notice the obvious trap and yet do it anyway 'cause we're reckless, hormonal, and have huge dicks we must swing? Fuck yeah!

Red Hood: Always gotta make it weird. *They fist-bumped then stood up* see you later, dude.

Y/n: Same. And don't kill her. He says it'll be important later.

They gave each other a final nod then Y/n chased after icicle whiles Red Hood went after Livewire, grappling to cover a lot more ground. Icicle heard the hiss of the grapple getting closer and closer until he heard a chuckle right above him.

He turned to fire but nearly shitting his pants when he saw Y/n staring him dead in the eye, with an ear to ear grin two inches away. He swung his fist and got back-handed into a wall.

He scrambling back to his feet and got them knocked out from under him, a numbness coming from his right leg. He screamed and looked up at the raised fist coming down then darkness, sweet merciful darkness.

Y/n smirked and kicked him aside, now focused on Ravager, eyes following as she drew her swords and entered a stance. His grin grew even more and he clicked his arm blades out.

Y/n: Rematch, kitten?

Ravager: Don't call me kitten.

Y/n: Your dad wears orange and black soo, Cub, maybe? *He slowly walked up to her* nah. Definitely a kitten.

Ravager: Now who's trying to banter? *She run at him and tried a slash but he slapped her hand aside and countered* and don't call me kitten.

She pushed him back a step but he lunged forward and now began pushing her back, steadily overwhelming her. She was using her precognition but just like their first fight, he was just faster.

Y/n: Yep *kick* a sad little kitten who is so scared her dad would go out for milk that she would do anything for him. Let him do anything to her.

He gave her another kick that sent her into a wall, slowly walking up to her as she raised herself on her arms.

Y/n: even though he has to be the worst father that ever lived. That's insane if you ask me.

Ravager: Pot *spits out blood* kettle, black? You're the craziest person I've ever met.

Y/n: Oh, I'm sane. Unlike you.

Don't get you. *she tried to stab him with a small knife but he knocked it aside and held her against the wall, pressing her face into it and holding her arms behind her*

See, this is the shit I'm talking about. Doing the same thing over and over again even though it didn't work the first time.

She struggled helplessly against his hold, but a quick pull of her head backward stopped that.

Y/n: first, what was your plan? Escape, regroup then attack, even though you've fully lost the element of surprise, which was the only way your plan could even work.

Ravager: No plans, really. Sometimes, we improvise. *Bring legs under her and pushes of the wall. Y/n simply turned, still holding her and slammed her back into the wall.

Y/n: Uh huh, another fail. So, you let your man get shot, then left your powerhouse behind to handle the henchmen then run away to split us up and led me into this dark alley that has no obvious exits, all for what?

Y/n: Five minutes of a beating? *realization set in* as a distraction. *He spun around and deflected two darts that came flying out of nowhere* so I get stabbed from behind.

He instinctively reached behind him and grabbed the hand but a prick of pain in the back of his neck told him it was too late. Ravager pulled out the dart when his grip loosened and patted his cheeks with a condescending smirk.

Y/n: Fuck me. *He sank onto his knees and stared listlessly into the morning sky, dark clouds and everything.

Ravager: You see a trap and still walk right in. That's insane.

Y/n tried to speak but he couldn't feel anything or move for that matter, his arms dead weights that lay limply by his side. Ravager put them behind him and began to tie them, even a man dropped down next to them.

Deathstroke: No need to worry kid. It's just a paralytic that shuts down all motor functions. You'll be fine in about a day, enough time for us to get out of Gotham.

Deathstroke bent over to pick Y/n up when Ravager jumped in the way and deflected some balls that came flying at them, both of them backing up as the balls exploded. He sighed and turned to the newcomer, eyebrow raised at the bar that rested on her shoulders.

Deathstroke: Harley.

Harley: Oh hey, Slade. Been a while, huh?

Deathstroke: Yeah. You look good. Been working out?

Harley: A little. * She looked down at Y/n then back up at the two assassins* that's one of mine. Give him back.

Deathstroke: C'mon Harley. There's gotta be dozens of others. You can get another.

Harley: Dun wanna. *She rolled her shoulders back and raised her bat* I like this one just fine. Plus, that one was at discount price, 50% off.

Deathstroke shook his head and drew his sword, Ravager following suit.

Deathstroke: Well, the first plan was to pick you up too. What's one more passenger?

Harley chuckled and popped a pill, the veins in her arms popping visibly and the bat creaked under her grip. Deathstroke frowned and steadied himself.

Harley: Ya know, always heard about dad strength. *She grinned at them, her eyes crazier than usual* Wanna see Mom strength?

Ravager looked her up and down and said "nope".

Harley: Too bad! *She run at them and jumped up high, the bat coming down in a powerful swing.

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Five hours later, Y/n giggled ceaselessly much to Deathstroke's annoyance. The drug had worn off faster than he had expected, even for a Meta-human, rather leaving him in a half drunk stupor. And he mocked their loss.

Sure, Harley and him were taken but she had made sure they worked for it. She was currently passed out in the plane next to him, properly tied down.

Ravager had to change outfits as her other one was so torn it would never be wearable again, and half her face was bandaged and an arm was in a splint, even with her healing factor.

Deathstroke was in an even worse state, his suit dented in multiple places and cut up to hell. He worked his jaw until it felt right, the pain still there even though it had long healed. And he didn't even bother with his right arm, the mass of flesh and bone it had become still healing.

Y/n: Hahaha. She beat your ass.

Ravager: Shut up, too small paycheck.

Y/n: Ha! You maddd! *He laughed until he choked.* She tore your ass up. No pause, because she didn't. Ahahaha! The Terminator, my ass. She beat you so bad, you glad you only got the one eye. Because then you only saw half the ass whooping you got!

Y/n: She beat your ass so bad I thought she should have been called Deathstroke. Beat you so bad I prayed for batman to come save your little bitch ass. I thought-

Deathstroke: Shut the fuck up. Don't you ever stop?

Ha! That's what you said when she was running your pockets. *He laughed one last time then calmed down* yo, play some music. This shit boring.

Ravager jumped up and stabbed him with another dart then sat down cradling her knees, contemplating her life choices.

Y/n: Bitch ass, cheating ass niggas. She almost.. got.. you..

It got quiet after he said that, but Deathstroke wasn't even paying attention, instead focused on the drug that allowed the psycho Barbie that much strength and speed. Whatever it was, he would look into it after he got his check from lex.