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| DC/GW fusion | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| By Timi | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Part IV | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| ;Warnings: little bit o language peoples! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Notes: [1] I don't think that pun was intended. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He allowed the anger and fear to be smothered by the anesthesia as he gratefully drifted to unconsciousness. When he awoke he found Mister M standing by his bed. His arm and torso were bandaged and he hurt. He realized they didn't give him any painkillers, and he thought he could guess who gave that order. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "How are you feeling" Mister M asked. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Knowing that if he responded 'in pain' or 'hurting'he would be treated to a lecture on how pain builds character, and those questioning him wouldn't care if he were in pain or not. So he gave the only answer Mister M wanted to hear: | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fine." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He smiled "Good, rest up, we'll continue your training tomorrow." With that he left the room. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Fuck" Robin groaned bringing up his good hand to touch the bullet wound on his stomach. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He wasn?t sure who he was cursing. Himself for killing, Mister M for the ridiculous workout schedule, that creature for bringing him to this place, or just life in general. As Robin he had sworn that he would never take a life. Not even if it meant his life. Yet when it came down to it, as soon as his life was threatened he ended up murdering someone. He remembered times as Robin when he had faced similar difficulties, why did he kill this time? There must have been some way to avoid killing him. Something he could have done differently. If only...his thoughts took on a despairing tone, and they remained that way until his exhaustion overrode the pain, and he drifted off into sleep | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| . He did indeed go back to training the next day. Thankfully, he healed quickly, and the training was mostly classroom work, nothing strenuous like self-defense training. He didn't even have to write anything down. However they increased his time with guns. As if they wanted to get him used to the weapon, so it wouldn't be as hard to pull the trigger the next time. Robin knew that there would be a next time, and that he could not guarantee not killing the person, but he swore that he would try not to kill. He worked even harder on his 'toys' as Mister M called them. Robin knew he didn't approve. To Mister M the gun was the only weapon worth having. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Therefore in one practice session nearly a month later he equipped himself with a gun, and told Robin to equip himself with one weapon as well. Robin chose a 'guan do', which looked like a long pole with a nasty blade at one end. It was a foot shorter than he was tall, and he twirled it easily, examining the balance. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "The purpose of this exercise is not to get shot." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "And what is the purpose for you?" Robin asked. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| After getting shot in the stomach and the arm, he had no intention of ever getting shot again. Mister M just laughed, and without warning he aimed and shot. Of course the laugh was all the warning Robin needed. He noticed that Mister M was aiming with his left hand, therefore it would be easier for him to follow the movement if Robin dodged to the left. Therefore Robin dropped and twisted right, bringing the blunt end of his weapon to Mister M's knees. He succeeded in bringing Mister M to the floor. Robin was about to follow through, but before he could Mister M was back on his feet. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Using the guan do as a crutch he swung both feet to Mister M's torso, again causing the man to fall to the floor. This time he waited letting the guan do rest on it's end in front of his body. Mister M raised the gun to fire once again, only this time the sharp end of the guan do flashed out and was back in place before Robin in the time it took Mister M to blink. Curious, Mister M looked to his gun hand. It was bleeding. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He had lost the gun, and his index finger. A smile broke out over his features and from the corner of his eye he looked for the gun. There, it had skid two meters from where he lay. His finger was further away, but he didn't pay attention to that. He held his right hand out for Robin to help him up to his feet. Robin stepped forward arm outstretched to take his mentor's hand. The guan do was in his other hand. When he was centimeters away from grasping his mentor's hand the stick part of his weapon struck solidly against his mentor?s shins, cracking, and perhaps breaking them. Robin then picked up the gun and leveled it at the second gun his mentor was pointing at him. His mentor shot but instead of shooting back Robin once again whirled to the right. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| However in the middle of the turn the guan do flashed out again and he was missing another digit, not to mention Robin suddenly had both guns held casually in one hand. Robin didn't smile. Instead he calmly threw both guns to Mister M, after checking that the safeties on both guns were on. He knew that Mister M probably had more guns stashed away somewhere on his person. Mister M snatched both guns and this time aimed with his right arm. He felt something connect and saw a throwing star imbedded in his hand. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Hey!" someone yelled. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Neither Robin nor Mister M turned. Instead they kept measuring the other, seeing what the other would do. Robin's posture was relaxed, nonchalant, and the guan do was held at an angle in front of him. It was not a traditional ready position, however it was useful, especially when tricking his opponent. He looked cocky and careless, when in fact he was the opposite. Mister M was neither relaxed nor about to attack. He stood there his hand with the gun and the throwing star raised midway to his chest. He was looking at Robins eyes and saw that they were hidden, reflective. He could not see what attacks Robin would make. He then realized Robin hadn't attacked at all. He had merely responded to any attack. His movements as mirror-like as his eyes. Mister M smiled and dropped his hand to his side. This time Robin knew the fight was over. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "You're bleeding over the damn floor!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mister M saw Robin?' eyes deepen, and become the expressive blue orbs to which he was accustomed. A slight frown crossed his brow. The boy didn't show any feeling about cutting off two of his fingers. He wondered if the eyes were actually as expressive as he thought. Did this boy really not have any qualms about cutting off his fingers? Or perhaps he did care, he just hid that behind an incredibly realistic mask. If the second was true, this truly was a boy wonder. [1] | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He finally allowed the medics to patch up his wounds, but refused when they went to reattach his fingers. Both fingers came off his left hand. He was right handed, and so his left, though useful, was not the most important thing to him. A couple of days later he was presented with a strange gift; two fingers. Robin had made them and they were ingenious. They would bend when he wanted them to, and since they were a human creation, they would open up like a swiss army knife to reveal a small blade, various small screwdrivers, and lock-picks. Mister M then knew for certain that the mask the boy wore was the best he had ever seen. The boy had felt bad about cutting off his fingers. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Then Mister M started to wonder, if the boy hid his true emotions so well, what exactly were his true emotions? Soon after their little fight, Mister M decided to present the Robin with a similar gift. He again interrupted Robin's tutoring session, and without waiting for a response from either the teacher or the student, he walked over to the now completed Gundam. The boy had seen the Gundam, his Gundam, and so he wondered why Mister M was taking him to see it again. They were once again on the catwalk where Robin got his first glimpse of the Gundam. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| It was completed, as it had been when he saw it earlier. However this time there was a huge cloth covering something in the Gundam?s right hand. Mister M turned to watch Robin's expression as he waved to the workers below to remove the cloth. To Robin it looked like a large stick. Impressive in its size, but nothing more. It then flared to life revealing a thermal blade at the top end. The weapon his gundam carried resembled his guan do. Trying to school his features, he could not help but to raise an eyebrow and offer this comment | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Wicked." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That isn't all" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Robin looked to his mentor for an explanation. Mister M was holding a short cylinder that was attached to a chain. Robin took it from him and noticed the cylinder was solid, of a good weight, and a little larger than his palm. Again the thing was unimpressive, and so Robin waited to see what his mentor would do. Mister M closed Robin's palm around the rod, and pushed his thumb and little finger against it. Immediately the two ends of the rod shot out and elongated to form a BO nearly as tall as he was. Robin swallowed. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He pressed again with his thumb and little finger and the ends slid back in to form the little rod again. This time he could not keep his joy silent. Here, with these two gifts, Mister M was telling him that all the 'toys' and 'special training' he deplored, was actually things that made him proud of his young ward. Robin laughed and hugged Mister M about his waist, something he hadn't done since he was 8. He heard cheering beneath him and let go of Mister M to lean over the rail to shout his thanks. His back was toward Mister M so he wasn't able to see the somewhat sad expression that crossed his face. Mister M noticed that with everyone else Robin would be open and carefree. Though he would never admit it, Mister M was jealous. He, however, kept that to himself, and instead masked his feelings when Robin turned to him guiltily. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Sorry" Robin said. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "What for?" Mister M responded. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Robin gestured vaguely and said "For hugging you." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mister M snorted then smiled "Don't worry about it. It was such a long time I was starting to forget what one felt like, thanks for reminding me." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Robin got a vaguely confused expression on his face, then slowly broke out into a smile | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "Well you know, when people get to be your age, they get a little senile, any time you need reminding, you know who to come to." | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The boy was joking with him! "Senile! I'll show you senile!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| "That's only if you can catch up with me, old man!" | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Mister M leapt for the boy but with a yelp and grin Robin was off with Mister M in pursuit. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| After that Mister M became more of a friend to Robin, never a father, that could never be replaced. But Robin felt more comfortable talking to him and joking with him. Since the Gundam was finished it was not long before Robin found himself saying goodbye to all the people he had come to know. His first mission as a Gundam pilot would also mark his 'graduation' from what he called "Revolution 101." He, of course, would keep in contact with Mister M, since he would tell Robin where his missions would be. His first mission would be to take out an Oz base in the middle of the Indian Ocean. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| He was not told how to do this, nor was he given any more information as to its whereabouts. He was simply told to kill anyone that saw his Gundam. So he traveled to the Indian Ocean and became a student in one of the many boarding schools there. From there he researched the base thoroughly. After about a month of information gathering, he was finally able to attack. He went in under water, sending flash grenades ahead of him. Since the grenades were moving the target locking systems shot the grenades which then blinded the defense systems. He went in after, unhurriedly, and unworried. He locked onto the target and destroyed it, thereby guaranteeing the destruction of the base. He drifted down even lower into the water and watched the havoc from his Gundam. After making sure the base was destroyed and that the objective had been attained, he slipped away and hid his machine. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Back to Robin | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||