Chapter 12:

Chapter 12:

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[Star City. February 10, 04:30 PDT. 2009

David Lance POV]

As expected, Dinah was not happy with the developments of Gotham.

The moment she heard what happened in Gotham, she came rushing to the cave, demanding answers from Batman, or rather would have, if I hadn't stopped her.

I understood her reasons.

I truly did.

However,

It wasn't Batman's fault what had happened.

Or Robin's for that matter.

It was only mine.

I was weak.

And weakness brought pain.

I didn't want to be weak.

"You can't be serious, David," Dinah sighed, her tone tired and agitated, "You almost died!"

~I know, but that will always be a risk, and you know it,~ I replied, looking at her. It was true, as long as I was part of this world, death would always haunt me as it did to everyone else, no one was safe, not truly. Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

"I know, but" Dinah muttered, giving me a tight hug, "You are my baby brother, I can't bear to lose you"

I hugged her back, feeling her tears running down my back.

We remained like this for a few minutes, until I decided to break the hug to tell her something.

~I love you, but you have to understand, as long as I live, I will be in danger, be it, Star City, or Gotham,~ I signed, smiling at her, as I dried her tears up with a piece of cloth I had on me.

"I know, but that doesn't mean I have to like it," Dinah smiled, grabbing my hand.

~All I need to do is grow stronger, train more, and next time, I'll be ready,~ I grinned at her.

My journey started the day I acquired my power, that fateful day, my destiny had been sealed, to what? I didn't know, I mean, I knew people would pursue my power because it was human nature to desire that which you can't hold. That day, Batman offered me a path, one to give me a meaning, a purpose.

It had been a path picked for me.

I didn't know what I wanted. To be a hero, to live a normal life.

I had been given a burden, but it was my choice to make it a blessing.

Perhaps that's why I had been so unresponsive to those gates, perhaps, just perhaps I was subconsciously accepting the end.

I refused to be that weak.

Not again.

"I see," Dinah chuckled, smiling at me as she brushed my hair with one of her hands while touching my face with the other, "You found your spark for this hellish career,"

I blinked, surprised at how easy she had read me, before nodding, ~I suppose this counts as my origin story.~ I smiled at her, earning a playful punch to the shoulder from my dear old sister.

"I suppose it counts, we all need a strong motive," Dinah sighed, planting a kiss on my forehead.

In a way, my reasons were selfish, not as honorable as others, but, did it really matter?I had made a decision, and I would stick by it.

"If you truly want to keep this life, then I won't stay in your way," Dinah smiled, giving me a kiss on the forehead, "I love you, now and always, never forget that."

I smiled, how could I forget that? The one thing this new life had given me, that I was truly grateful for was her. My powers, and everything else, had been a burden, one I had simply settled to accept.

They had given me great power, but at cost. One slip, one mistake and I could kill those I cared about.

However, I now saw this view of my powers was based of what I had lost and not what I had gained, giving me a shackle on pain to a hurtful reality.

Well, no more.

I would now embrace all that has been given to me, without pain.

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[Gotham City. February 12, 2:35 CT. 2009

Deathstroke POV]

I had found the one.

My future apprentice.

And by accident no less.

Funny how life, throws you a curve, especially when you least expect it.

I originally had my aims on the wonder boy, but I had found another bird altogether, one that was much, much, better.

He would do just fine, following in my footsteps.

Of course, I now had to adjust my plans a bit.

A year or two would suffice.

After all, I had to study my new target, to learn how to break him, because only broken, I would mold him into the perfect killer.

But first, I had to let some little owls know not to touch what it's mine.

Plucking a feather or two should do just the trick to send the message. I might even get a few heads rolling, I suppose I'll see how the night goes when I pay them a visit.