Chapter 29: Clash of Blood

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Heretic's POV

The streets of Gotham became a blur as we sped through them, armed and ready for any challenge. Damian had always been a constant thorn in my side, but taking Marinette under his wing? That was crossing a line that couldn't be uncrossed. My soldiers, sensing the urgency of the mission, moved with newfound vigor.

As we approached Titans Tower, it loomed over the city like a beacon of hope for its inhabitants. But to me, it was the last barrier between Marinette and myself. Using advanced tech from the League, we swiftly bypassed the security systems, plunging the Tower into darkness.

I could sense their confusion, their hesitation, but that gave us the upper hand. With surgical precision, my men took out the surveillance and communication systems, leaving the Titans blind and deaf to our approach.

Inside, chaos reigned. The Titans, though formidable, weren't prepared for such a sudden assault. But my target wasnt the team - it was Marinette. I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of the Tower, guided by my connection to her, that ever-present pull I felt.

Bursting into what appeared to be the main living area, I found him - Damian, standing defiantly, Marinette protectively behind him.

Heretic, he hissed, his voice laced with anger.

Damian, I replied coolly, "Always the protector, aren't we? But tell me, brother, can you protect her from her own destiny?"

Without waiting for a response, I lunged. Our combat was intense, a dance of blades, fists, and sheer will. Around us, the battle raged, but my focus was singular. Every move Damian made was met and countered, every strike parried. We were equals in combat, but my determination to reclaim Marinette gave me the edge I needed.

Suddenly, a loud crash sounded, and the room was filled with a blinding light. When my vision cleared, I saw her. Marinette, no longer the passive figure from before, but a beacon of power and grace. She stood between Damian and me, her stance defiant, her eyes full of sorrow.

Enough, she whispered, her voice resonating with an authority that I had never heard before. This ends now.

And in that moment, everything changed.

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