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The Ocean Wept (Sequel to	By : Dhvana Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING: Non-con implied

Siren’s Song: The Ocean Wept
Chapter 5

The five costumed superheroes had gathered in the Batcave and were sitting around the circular conference table. They were waiting to hear what the elder Green Arrow had learned about the Siren so they could discuss a plan of action.

“According to Arthur,” Oliver began, “this Siren we’ve been dealing with is the real deal. She is one of the five daughters of the ocean who has the power to bend people to her will through her voice alone. She and her sisters used to roam around the ancient world controlling everyone within hearing distance and, for the most part, they were harmless.

“Well,” he amended, “in comparison to today’s supervillains, they were harmless.

“The Sirens turned people and gods into their thralls and had them obey their every wish, but it was real basic stuff, petty thievery and the like. They just wanted to be worshiped and adored and have pretty sparkly jewels showered upon them. It was when the sisters fought, however, that things got nasty. Their thralls would be made to fight for them, and lots of innocent people ended up dead.

“Eventually, the gods decided enough was enough, and imprisoned the Sirens on an island, but even that couldn’t stop them. In their attempts to escape, the Sirens would lure sailors to their deaths by causing them to wreck their ships on the rocky shoals surrounding the island. Finally, the gods locked the Sirens in a series of caves, keeping them together, but apart, so they wouldn’t be able to pool their power and free themselves.”

“If they’re supposed to be locked up in a cave, what is this one doing wandering around loose?” Nightwing asked.

“She’s the youngest of the five, and the most powerful. The gods weren’t sure they could even hold her, and apparently, they were right. It took her a while, but she finally managed to get herself out.”

“So we noticed,” Batman said wryly. “The question is, what is she up to?”

“Actually, I’ve got an answer for that one also. It seems that when their mother the ocean learned the gods were planning to lock her daughters away, she went to the gods to try and change their minds. When her pleas fell on deaf ears and the ocean saw there was nothing she could do to save her daughters, the ocean wept.”

“Wait a minute,” Robin said trying to picture in his head the ocean weeping. “How can water cry?”

“She didn’t cry water. She cried five tear-shaped blue diamonds that, when combined, have enough power to either free her daughters, or lock them away forever. They are the key to the caves, but they can also enhance the Sirens’ power so that nothing and no one can stop them.”

Eyes narrowing, Nightwing gave Green Arrow a calculating look. “These wouldn’t happen to be the same blue diamonds that have been disappearing from various secure locations around the world, would they?”

“You got it, kiddo. The diamonds had been scattered in order to keep the Sirens from getting their talented and amazingly skillful hands on them--”

“Ollie,” Batman interrupted with a growl, and the man flashed him a grin.

“I can’t help it--you should have felt her hands.”

Batman sighed and Connor elbowed his father in the side. Frowning, Robin quickly adding up the figures in his head.

“Then she only needs one more to complete the set,” he said, looking at his companions, and Batman nodded, dark eyes on Oliver.

“I don’t suppose you happen to know where the fifth diamond is.”

Green Arrow nodded. “Arthur put it in a safe place. Safest place imaginable.”

He pointed towards the ceiling of the cave and four pairs of eyes looked up.

“The Manor?” Robin frowned, and Batman shook his head.

“The Watchtower.”

“You’ve got it, spooky. There’s no way she can reach it up there, and now that you’ve been informed, the entire Justice League is on alert.”

“So we’re safe?” Robin asked, and Connor shrugged.

“As safe as we can be. Safer still, once we get her behind bars.”

“Is it possible to return her to her cave?” Nightwing asked, and again all eyes turned to Ollie.

“Arthur says he thinks he and Garth might be able to manage it, but there’s no guarantee she won’t get out again.”

“What we need,” Batman said, “is a soundproof box where someone can keep a constant watch over her. In fact, I know a place in Arkham that would make an ideal home for a Siren.”

“We just need to find her first,” Connor said. “Any suggestions?”

“She’ll probably make an attempt to get to the diamond,” Batman said, “most likely through a member of the League. Ollie, you yourself are proof that some of us are vulnerable, which means none of us can be trusted.”

“So what do we do?” Robin asked and his mentor’s eyes focused on him.

“I have a plan, but I’m afraid that both you and Ollie are going to have to remain ignorant.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, sport,” Green Arrow said, “she can get to us, whereas she could torture old dreary-pants over there for a year and he still wouldn’t cave. But since we’re on the subject, I’d also prefer it if Connor’s left out of the loop.”

“What? Why?” the young Green Arrow protested, echoing Robin.

“What you don’t know might keep you alive,” Oliver said, placing a hand on his son’s arm. “Besides, the fewer people who know, the better off we’ll all be.”

“I agree,” Batman said.

Without having to look at his former partner, Nightwing shook his head. “Don’t even think about it.”

“It’s for your own—”

“You want to sleep alone for the rest of your existence?”

Batman’s eyes narrowed. “This is neither the time nor the place.”

“Yet if it works, will I complain? I don’t think so.”

“Come on, kids,” Oliver said, taking both Connor and Robin by the arm and leading them out of the cave. “Let’s leave the two lovebirds alone. Bats, if I were you, I’d just give in now and save yourself the argument.”

“Oliver, if you call me ‘Bats’ one more time, I’m going to rip your tongue out.”

“You got it, Pointy.”

Nightwing eyed Batman with a quick leer. “I think I like that. Pointy. It suits you.”

“And there’s a nickname I’ll never use again,” Oliver said. “I think I’m going to risk my tongue and keep calling you ‘Bats’.”

“So long as you never call me ‘Pointy’ again, I think I’ll let it slide,” Batman said, watching until both Green Arrows and his partner were out of sight before turning to Nightwing. “If you can’t be professional, I don’t think we should work together.”

“So your plan to take the Siren on by yourself is purely professional?”

“Yes.”

“Liar.”

“It’s as Green Arrow said, the fewer who know, the better.”

“She can’t control me.”

“But she can use you to get to me.”

“Oh, come on. You heard Ollie. She could torture you for a year and you wouldn’t cave.”

“You don’t understand.” Batman grabbed him by the shoulders, staring into the wide blue eyes. “I don’t care if she tortures me, but all she’d have to do is lay a finger on you and I’d give her anything she wanted.”

Nightwing blinked with surprise, then nodded. “I understand, just as you understand I would rather she tortured me than let her win. I know what I’m getting into, Batman--what we’re getting into. It’s a risk of the job.”

“A risk I don’t want to take.”

“But one of many we take every day.”

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“I’m not letting you do this alone, no.”

“Then I suppose I should just take Green Arrow’s advice and give in now.”

Again, Nightwing was caught by surprise. “Really?”

“Yes.”

He smiled. “Good, then I can do this.” Grabbing Batman by the neck, he locked their lips together in a passionate kiss. “You know I won’t survive if anything happens to you.”

“I know,” Batman said, pressing him against the table. “And I would rather not have to make the choice between saving you and saving the world.”

“So what’s this ingenious plan of yours?” Nightwing asked somewhat breathlessly as Batman ground their hips together.

“First and foremost,” he answered between hungrily kissing the younger man’s neck, “we remove the diamond from the Watchtower. Too many people know where it is.”

Nightwing gasped as gloved fingers began pulling at the lower half of his costume. “Excellent start.”

Batman paused, arching an eyebrow at him. “The plan, or. . . ?”

“Does it matter?”

“No,” he answered and dropping to his knees, yanked down the fortified tights, admiring the cock already hard for him. “Doesn’t matter at all.”

Clutching the edge of the table, Nightwing was pinned against the cold surface by a pair of iron-gripped hands on his hips. His body shook to feel the hot breath on his sensitized skin. For a moment, that’s all Batman did, just breathe on his erection until his jaw ached with impatience as he resisted the urge to shout at his lover to hurry up. That would just prolong the torture.

The first pearly drop appeared on the tip and began the agonizing slide down his shaft. Batman’s tongue emerged from between his lips and trailed the path of the drop, sweeping it into his mouth. He caught each successive drop with teasing licks until Nightwing’s cock was leaking freely, and then Batman swallowed him whole.

Robin winced at the strangled scream that issued from his brother’s mouth He clenched his eyes shut, wishing he could instantly transport himself anywhere else. There were only maybe half a dozen people who could hack into the Batcave’s security system. Why did he have to be one of them?

Standing over him, the Siren watched the screen, her blue gaze wide with appreciation.

“He’s good. Really, very good.”

“Can we please turn this off?” Robin asked. His skin had turned an unhealthy shade of gray and his entire body was trembling.

“Sorry, pretty one,” she said, burying her fingers in his dark hair and soothingly massaging his head. “We have to wait until he tells us where they’re going to take the diamond. You really should open your eyes. It isn’t every day you get to see two such beautiful men enjoying themselves like this.”

“First, it isn’t every day for you, because you don’t live here, and second, I don’t want to see them.”

“In the days of my glory, sights like this were common. This isn’t anything new.” At Nightwing’s sudden moan, she arched an eyebrow. “Maybe that is, but otherwise, loving another man wasn’t considered taboo the way it is now. I wonder if that’s why there’s such a fascination with it in this time. It’s a chance to glimpse the forbidden.”

Another moan caught her attention, and her eyes never leaving the screen, she slowly licked her lips. “I wish they’d hurry up and tell us where the diamond is. I’m finding myself. . . inspired.”

Robin tried to move from her grasp, but she sang a few notes and he grew still. “Don’t worry, pretty one. If it’s any reassurance, I will wipe this from your mind. All you’ll remember is Batman telling Nightwing what he’s planning on doing with the diamond. Everything else will be forgotten, as if it never happened.”

“I’m not reassured,” he growled.

The Siren knelt down next to him, transforming back into Lorelei as she slid a hand up his thigh. “Are you saying you don’t want me, Tim?” she asked, eyes filled with hurt.

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Shhh. . .” she smiled, humming a little tune and Robin’s eyes darkened with desire. “You’re just disturbed about watching your friends.”

“My friends?” he frowned, reaching out to caress her cheek. “I’ve forgotten they were there.”

Laughing merrily, she settled herself into his lap. “That’s my Tim. You know, I think they’re going to be busy for a while, and Batman certainly can’t talk with his mouth full.”

“Good,” he said, reaching for a kiss, “because I think we’re going to be busy also.”

The father and son superhero duo stood on the grounds of Wayne Manor and fired arrows at the impromptu archery range they’d set up.

“So this is what we’re going to do?” Connor asked, his voice tinged with annoyance and disbelief. His arrow hit the center of the target, and his father nodded with approval.

“You’re getting better,” he said, raising his bow and firing an arrow of his own, which landed exactly half an inch away from his son’s. “Now, step back ten feet and try again.”

They moved back ten feet, and fired.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Connor said, hitting the center of their next target.

“I don’t know what to say,” Oliver said, his arrow landing half an inch from his son’s. “Ten feet.”

They moved back another ten feet and each notched an arrow in their bows.

“We’re susceptible to the Siren--one way or another,” he quickly added when Connor opened his mouth to protest. “If she shows up here, we can do our best to stop her, but otherwise, I don’t know how much help we can be. We’d might as well go back to Star City and hope everything works out okay.”

Connor’s arrow struck the center of the target. “I’m not leaving.”

“Connor, I know you want to help, but damnit, son, I feel like I just got you back!” Oliver’s arrow landed half an inch from Connor’s, and they stepped back another ten feet. “I’m not ready to risk losing you to another nutjob.”

“I’ve been patrolling several times since getting shot.”

“Yeah, with me. If I’d known what kind of trouble you were going to get into here, I never would have let you leave.”

Connor’s arrow sped through the air to hit the center. “It wasn’t your decision to make.”

“If I’d asked you to stay, would you have?” Oliver’s arrow landed half an inch from his son’s.

“Yes,” he said as they moved back another ten feet.

“Then why won’t you leave now?”

“I have a reason to stay.”

“Batman and Nightwing can take care of this.”

“You know that’s not the reason I’m talking about.” Connor’s arrow hit the target, still within the center ring, but a little to the right of dead center.

“I know,” Oliver sighed, his arrow still landing half an inch from his son’s. They stepped back. “What are you going to do? Because I’ve been thinking. Two Green Arrows in a single city does seem a bit redundant. I suppose Star City could afford to lose one.”

Connor was silent for a moment, then raised his bow.

“Oh,” was all he said. Jade eyes swirling with emotions, his next arrow hit the second ring of the target.

“I mean, it isn’t exactly the height of villain activity. We get our fair share, but really, it’s nothing I can’t handle.” Oliver’s arrow landed half an inch from his son’s.

“Oh,” Connor repeated as they stepped back. “I suppose that’s true.”

Finger’s trembling, his next shot missed the four center rings altogether and hit the outer ring, but just barely managing that.

“Try again,” Oliver said. “You’re better than this.”

Connor notched an arrow and fired, missing the target altogether.

“Connor, you’re not concentrating. Try again.”

The next arrow nicked the edge of the target to sail harmlessly into the grass.

Oliver threw his hands up in the air. “Connor! What the hell’s wrong with you? The target’s right there,” he said, gesturing to it with his bow. “It’s not moving. Hit it!”

“All right! I missed! What do you care?” he snapped and turned on his heel, storming across the grass. Ollie blinked a couple times, glancing from the target to his son, then jogged to catch up with him.

“Connor, it’s all right. It’s just a target. If you’ll just put a little more effort into your aim, I’m sure everything will be fine.”

“Dad, I’m not talking about the target! Why don’t you want me in Star City?”

“What?!” Ollie felt as if someone had just slapped him across the face. “Boy, what the hell are you talking about?”

“You just told me I wasn’t needed, that I’m redundant. I thought we were getting along! I thought you liked having me around, that we were finally getting to know each other! And now you want to get rid of me?”

“Connor!” Oliver grabbed his son and shook him by the shoulders. “Have you lost your mind?”

Connor pushed his father away. “No, I haven’t lost my mind, but if that’s what you think, at least you don’t have to worry about having another nutjob around. I’ll never return to Star City again.”

“Connor, wait. I don’t want you to leave! The last thing in the world I want is for you to stay here on the other side of the entire damn continent where I’ll never get to see you. I want you home, in Star City, with me! You’re not redundant. Hell,” he shrugged, “if anyone is redundant, it’s me. I was just trying to make things easier for you.”

“Easier for me?” Connor frowned, now feeling thoroughly confused. “What? Why? How?”

Oliver avoided his eyes, concentrating instead on the wood of his bow. “I thought that if you wanted to stay here with Will, you might feel a little bad about abandoning your old man, so I was trying to let you know it was okay with me.”

“So if I don’t want to leave?”

“Son,” he said, forcing himself to meet Connor’s gaze, “nothing would give me greater pleasure than keeping you tied down in Star City until I die. Again. Hopefully many years from now.”

“Good, because I was planning on asking Will to move to Star City with us.”

“You were?”

“I can’t think of anywhere else I’d want to live.”

“Oh, man, Mia’s going to love this,” Ollie grinned, and Connor shrugged, returning his grin.

“She’ll get over it. She always suspected I was gay, anyway, so I doubt this will be news to her.”

“All right, then it’s settled. But just to be sure,” Oliver said, expression growing serious for a moment, “you’re not leaving?”

“Not unless you want me to,” Connor smiled, and Ollie’s expression lightened again.

“Which I don’t, so I guess that answers that. You know, I could really use a beer right about now.”

“I could use a cup of tea myself,” Connor nodded, and Ollie rolled his eyes.

“Let’s at least go back to Bludhaven and pick up Will. That way, I’ll have someone to drink with.”

“Light beer only.”

Ollie shook his head. “Why bother drinking at all?”

“Maybe you shouldn’t.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about!” he grinned, clapping Connor on the back. “How on earth did you expect me to go through life without you looking after me? You’re just going to have to stick around and take care of your old man.”

“I’m sure Will will be thrilled to hear it.”

“It’s the burden of marrying into a family as close as we are.”

“I don’t know whether to laugh or. . . no, I think I’ll just laugh.”

“Since when did Buddhists start training their monks to be smartasses?”

“I’m not a monk anymore, Dad, and I think we can safely say I learned it all from you.”

“That’s my boy,” Oliver grinned, reaching over to give Connor’s shoulder a fatherly squeeze and the two Green Arrows made their way back to the Manor to check in with the Bat Clan, just in case Batman decided they’d be needed after all.

[April 24, 2004]
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