The School Life of The Other Demon

Experiment

Demetria's P.O.V.:

"Let's begin the procedure."

Procedure?

"Is everything hooked up?"

"Yes."

"Good. I want this done right this time. The last attempt wasn't so successful, as you can see."

"It was a success—"

"Then why are they retaliating?!"

A crash enters my ear, like a fist hitting the surface of a metal object harshly. I slowly open my eyes, already feeling dizzy, unable to focus on one thing.

"I-I have no idea. But I-I can assure you that there was no flaw."

"No flaw. I expect a better result."

"O-Of course, R-Ra's." Following the man's stutters are fading footsteps along with a metal door shutting. "I'm so dead."

"Seem pretty alive to me," a familiar voice comments.

Groaning, my eyes finally adjust, feeling a bunch of my blood flow to my head. With my vision back to normal, I find everything upside down, surrounded by numerous machines, wires, and familiar and unfamiliar faces.

"Not helping, Red Hood," the voice sighs. "And to think that I finally get a break to spend time with my family."

My eyes wander to a distressed man in a lab coat, sitting in a chair. He buries his head in his hands while propped onto a metal desk amidst metal machines and wires. He runs his fingers through his gray hair, his foot tapping in anxiousness. He stares at the papers on the desk in frustration, gripping his hair as he's near to breaking.

"Langstrom," a deep voice calls. Snapping my head to the source of the voice, I find Batman tied to a pole. The rope wraps around his whole body from his chest to his ankles. "Calm down."

I turn my attention back to the mysterious man in a lab coat—Langstrom. He makes eye contact with me, his eyes widening in fear. "What's happening?" I whisper.

"Not sure."

I snap my head to the side, finding Damian right next to me. Staring at him, I notice that he, too, is hanging upside down, wrapped in rope. His hair stands as gravity pulls it down, revealing the wires attached to his forehead. "What—"

"But whatever it is, it involves us." Damian glares at the scientist, only frightening him even more.

"How the hell did we even get into this situation?"

"All I remember is following those imbeciles," Damian says, looking over to the group of people with Batman, all tied against their own, separate, poles, "And then everything went black."

I hum in response, glaring at the bewildered scientist. "What's going on here?" I growl.

Langstrom stares at me, a look of regret flashed in his eyes. "T-They want me to experiment on you."

"Who?"

"Ra's Al Ghul. B-But we've done this experiment already." He stands up, reaching for a test tube on his desk, filled with yellow liquid. "However, the results weren't successful."

"So now you need new lab rats to test it on," Damian growls. He glares at the man, snarling in anger as he attempts to escape the ropes. "Unleash me! And I'll show you who not to mess with!"

"Why wasn't it successful?" I ask, ignoring my toddler-tantrum of a twin. "What happened to the test subjects?"

The scientist approaches us, his posture hunched over with his pockets in his hands, his eyelids droop in regret. "You two were the test subjects."