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Dick doesn’t know what he was expecting, but it wasn’t for it to feel...good.
There’s power rushing through his veins, a thrumming under his skin like lightning incarnate. He feels alive in a way he never has before, strong in a way he’s only ever dreamed of. He feels like he could destroy mountains, dry out oceans. He feels like a god.
This wasn’t their intention, when they brought him here. When Ra’s captured him and mocked him, looked at him with condescending eyes and told him he would make a worthy sacrifice.
Apparently Ra’s didn’t read the fine print of whatever bullshit ritual he was trying to accomplish, or something got lost in translation along the way, because Dick didn’t die when the knife pierced his heart. And Ra’s didn’t receive the unlimited power he was after.
Dick did. Dick has it now, something he can’t even possibly begin to understand, still can’t even comprehend, but it’s—amazing. Is this what Clark feels like? Diana? All those metas with inedible power, who could decimate cities if they wanted to—do they all feel amazing? Why on Earth would they ever hold back?
The room around him is in ruins. Stone is smoking from the force that erupted from him. All the men Ra’s brought with him are on the ground, and Dick knows with a strange sort of certainty that they’re dead. That what happened to him killed them. And he’s...not upset about it. He—he doesn’t feel bad.
A giddy laugh escapes him, and he lifts a hand to cover his mouth, the sound echoing through the cavern.
There’s a rustle, and Dick turns his head to see a piece of stone that fell be pushed to the side, a figure stumbling up to his feet.
Ra’s looks at his men, the expression on his face clearly one of acknowledgement. Then he looks at Dick, sitting on the altar that was meant to be his dying place, and his lips press into a thin line.
“Didn’t go as planned, huh?” Dick asks, grinning, a manic sort of energy filling him. He feels—god, he feels like never before. Stronger, faster, better, capable of taking on the world and winning.
And he’s hard. Arousal is warm and pleasant in his gut, and only gets deeper as he looks around again and sees the evidence of just how powerful he truly is now.
“Richard,” Ra’s says evenly. “I don’t think you want to cause any more harm here this day.”
But the thing is...the thing is, that Dick does. He does. He wants it all to burn to ashes. He wants to make it burn to ashes, and then watch the beautiful destruction.
“You are not yourself,” Ra’s continues. “You don’t understand what has been planted inside of you, and it is best if you just take a deep breath and calm yourself.”
Dick snorts. Yeah, right. Like he’d ever do that. So what if he doesn’t understand it? This is amazing.
He swings his legs over the side of the altar, rolling his neck as he feels the world shift underneath him. He can feel it turning, can feel it moving through space, can feel the warmth of the sun on the side of it. He is it, he is everything, he is everywhere. He can consume whatever he wants. No one can stop him, least of all the likes of Ra’s al Ghul.
Slowly, Dick begins to stalk towards where Ra’s stands. He can hear the other man’s heartbeat; steady, but a little too fast. And he smells like...anxiety, and something toxic. There’s an impression of water, and Dick grins as he realizes he can sense the Lazarus inside of Ra’s. This is—this is incredible.
“Come now, Ra’s,” Dick says with a sharp smile, “isn’t this what you wanted? This force, unleashed on the world? It’s here now. I’m here now. And I’m not going anywhere.”
Ra’s tries to fight, but his little sword is no match for Dick. It crumples like paper the instant Dick so much as touches it, and his arousal grows, his cock straining against his pants.
He wraps a hand around Ra’s’ throat and pins him against the wall, fingers flexing, enjoying the fluttering pulse beneath his palm.
“So,” Dick purrs, layering his body against the other man’s. “What are you willing to do to stay alive?”