So... this is my first fanfiction. The OC villain in it is inspired by Prometheus from Arrow and the scene is inspired from the first scene of The Dark Knight. Anyway, if you liked it or want to give advice leave a review.
Chapter 1: Barely Begun
Every since Supergirl arrived in National City, crime has plummeted to unimaginable levels. It seemed almost pointless for any police, security, guards or anything to remain given the affect Supergirl was giving. At least that was what it was like before he did the impossible. But I'm getting ahead of myself, let's start from what I think was the beginning of the end.
At a bank, three guys wearing hoodies over their heads walked up to the teller's window. "How may I help you?" he asked.
One of them pulled out a gun, pointed it at the teller while the other two pulled out their guns and aimed it at the local civilians. "We're here to make a deposit!" yelled the man pointed the gun at the teller.
One of the other two looked at him at yelled "It's withdraw you idiot!"
The man's face was flushed with regret as he realized his stupid mistake "Withdraw" he yelled "I meant withdraw. And hurry up before my friends get trigger happy!"
The teller slowly moved from behind window with his hands in the air to the other civilians. While one of the guys had their gun focused on the crowd, the other two got two duffels bags, went behind the counter and started to stuff the bags with cash.
"Hurry" one of the robbers said "our hacker said the alarm will go off in a few minutes"
As two moved out from the counter with their bags full of money, they were about to exit the bank when suddenly "You know." The three of them turned their heads to the left to see a man dressed in an all black outfit. He wore a black jacket with a hoodie of his head, but you couldn't see his face due to the, what could only be described as a motorcycle like helmet covering his face. His shirt had a black 'S', liked the ones Superman and Supergirl would wear on their chests, only it looked far more ominous than the way they wore it.
"I understand that you want to waste all of that money on booze and other useless crap" the blacked hooded man continued "but unlike you three, I've got a lot of ambition that I could use that money for."
The three just looked at each other before they turned their guns towards the man. "Alright, we're gonna do it this way"
Before any of them could react, he threw a smoke bomb at the guys, causing them to panic and shoot their guns in the air. When the smoke cleared, he was gone.
"You know" his voice echoed across the bank "if you had just given up the cash I might have let you lived, but now only one of you gets to continue breathing."
The three of them turned their backs against one another to see if they could cover all their sides and spot him from any direction.
"What are you?" one of the robbers cried out "Some rejected superwhatever?"
"If you meant to compare to Superman and Supergirl, then you should know that now you don't get to survive this."
In an instant, the robber who made that comment was dead with a bullet wound to the head. The other two turned around seeing the friend dead, fear covered their faces.
"Here's what going to happen now" the man said with his voice still echoing thought the bank. "Whoever kills the other first gets to live."
The moment he said that, one of the robbers pointed his gun directly at the head of the others, and said "Sorry bud, but I ain't dying tonight. Now drop the gun."
The other slowly dropped the gun on the floor and closed his eyes waiting for the end. He heard a gunshot and for a moment thought it was for him, but opened his eyes to realize that his 'friend' had been to one to get shot.
"Sorry to tell you this, you're wrong" the blacked hooded man said emerging from the darkness.
The last robber went to the floor trying to pick up his gun, but was immediately shot in the leg and feel to the ground in too much pain to get his gun.
The hooded man took the two bags of cash and started to exit the bank when the last robber spoke "I bet you think you're so much better than us. But at least me and my friends and some morals, rules, honor, respect. But what about you? Where are your rules, your honor, your respect? What do you believe in?"
That last comment caused the hooded man to stop, turn around and walk to the robber and say to him "I believe that our heroes, our idols, our gods are nothing but fakes. I don't believe in alien super heroes in red capes and skirts who always saves the day. I believe that they are nothing but false gods and heroes who trick everyone, even themselves into believing they are gods. But today, that kind of belief is frowned upon and considered to be ignorant or inhuman. So I suppose what you could call me is a Heretic."
Just as he finished that last sentence, the alarm went off. "Now here is what's going to happen." he continued "When the police arrive, you will likely meet with a Detective Sawyer. When you do, I want you to give her a message from me. I want you to tell her that this little fiasco is barely the beginning of what is to come." He then got up and walked away with the money in hand.
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