DC: Don't Utter A Word

Chapter 15:

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[Star City. March 13, 19:45 PDT. 2009

David Lance POV]

After I had incapacitated the assassin. Constantine Drakon. I dragged his unconscious body to an abandoned room inside the warehouse we were in, tying him up with industrial-grade ropes, to avoid his escape. As I waited for him to wake up so that I could interrogate him.

With Constantine tied up, and nothing to do but wait, I reached for my work phone on the right of my utility belt, keeping my eyes on the assassin, deciding it would be best to send a message to my sister, telling her that I wouldn't be home early today.

[Okay. Be careful though! And remember to eat! Real food! Not the rations Batman gives you for long nights! You can't grow only on rations. Remember to call me if anything happens, or Oliver. Love you!]

I smiled at her text, sending her a smiling emoji back as a reply. She would know what I meant.

'Now, all I have to do is wait,' I thought, my hands fidgeting with my work phone before I decided to put it back on my utility belt, to avoid misplacing it.

Outside the warehouse, the sirens of the police were heard, driving far in the distance in an opposite direction, as well as the murmur of the people strolling under the moonlight, having fun. Clueless about what was really happening in their city.

I have to admit, I really admire their will to live their lives regardless of what could stop them. In this world, I feel that's something hard to come by. I mean, I don't think I would've lived my life like a normal person back in my world if supervillains had been a thing.

I suppose it's a matter of the environment. In this world, villains and heroes are solid parts of their society, meaning they had grown accustomed to their presence, for better or for worse, allowing them to live seemingly normal lives, while being not all bothered about the fact that they could be kidnapped or killed by the likes of the Joker at any given time.

I smiled.

Realizing, I myself had grown accustomed to the environment just like them, but with extra steps. Had anyone told me before dying, that in the future I would be fighting lunatics in spandex clothes that looked like they had been purchased from Party City, to save others while risking my life, I would've probably laughed.

Now, it's just my day-to-day life.

I sighed, glancing at the assassin to check how he was doing. Looking for things like changes in his breathing pattern, eye movements, and things along those lines.

I had to keep my guard up, after all, I might have won our initial exchange, but the battle had not ended. As Batman would say, you only won, when the enemy it's behind bars, not a moment before, and even then, keep your guard up.

Solid advice.

One I wanted to live by.

As for Drakon, his breathing pattern remained the same without any alterations, meaning he was most likely still out cold. Of course, that didn't clear the possibility of him faking it, after all, most assassins, at least the professional ones, were thoroughly trained to control their breathing from day one, alongside other things.

Be that as it may, I wasn't too worried, after all, I had a few things under my belt to deal with such cases should they present themselves. Courtesy of Oliver, and Batman.

"Ugg I won't ever hear the end of this ever." And so, the sleeping beauty awakens without even trying to trick me. In part, I'm grateful, it saves me a little time.

-Who sent you?- I asked him, using my recording lines, as I stared into his eyes.

"Kid, you won't get shit out of me," Drakon snorted, rolling his eyes.

I smiled under my mask. He would talk, he just didn't know that yet. I had learned a lot from Batman, and while I wasn't even near his level, I was confident what I had learned from him would suffice.

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Six long hours of interrogation later, only to learn that whoever had sent Constantine Drakon out to kill mob members had given him absolutely no information, using phone calls and letters to communicate with him without giving him any information that could help me identify him.

Burner phones.

Letters without trail.

Whoever had hired Drakon, was a step above a pro.

The shadows perhaps but while that sounded plausible, it didn't feel right, the shadows rarely relied on contractors, instead opting to send their own people to conduct any mission they have.

Leaving me with little to no suspects. Especially considering the targets.

Killing mob members didn't fit anyone's modus operandi, not that I knew of. Save for Black Mask perhaps, but he was one to rarely leave Gotham, avoiding at all costs other heroes and their territories, to keep them out of his business.

"You f-fucking bastard. Using drugs to make me talk!" Drakon snarled, glaring at me in clear anger.

I nodded, having no voice lines to answer that. Maybe I should ask Robin to make me a few more, I need more flexibility when on the field alone.

"I will kill you! You hear me! I will fucking kill you!" Drakon screamed, thrashing around, straining against the ropes, before I darted him a few times, putting him back to sleep.

I had no need for him anymore. The police would deal with him now, which according to my radio were three minutes away. I had called them a few minutes after confirming Drakon had no useful information.

I smiled, reaching for my phone once again, to tell my sister I would be home in an hour or two, after getting something to eat. Maybe a hotdog, not exactly something healthy, or something my sister would recommend eating for a growing kid, but I was craving that.

I would eat a salad later.

[Ok, remember you have school in four hours. So if you want to skip it, please tell me your excuse, so that I can back it up. Kisses! Your awesome sister.]

I snorted, replying to her. [What a bad influence you are Dinah Lance. Corrupting my poor, malleable, young soul. Ha! No worries, I feel okay, no need to skip a day of school for that. Besides, I hardly do anything at school, classes are freaking easy, so I mostly just sleep through all of them.]

[Very funny little bird. In that case, hurry up! And bring me a hotdog! You know how I like them, no mustard, extra onions! And don't tell me you aren't going for one as well.]

I blinked, was I really that predictable?

[Fine. We might as well have breakfast together then.] I replied.

[Like the sound of that. By the way, get me two instead, not like I can get fat fighting crime anyways. And put every green you see in yours, make them as healthy as possible!]

I smiled, before replying [Ditto!]. As the sirens of the police finally neared the building.