Hey Guys Fantasy here with a new story, well preview for now. I'll make it a full story if I get 5 reviews. Anyways hope you enjoy what little is here and on with the story!
Richard had been called many things in his life. Dick and Richy were some of the names he was called once. But now he was Red X the protégé of Deathstroke also known as Slade Wilson the worlds most dangerous assassin. He was feared through out the world. He had gained himself a reputation over the 8 years he was under the assassins influence. The boy had fought with the greats. Batman, Superman, and even Wonder Woman.
Richard was found by Slade after his parent's died in a fight between Batman and Joker. He could see it vividly whenever he closed his eyes. Batman running above on a rope supporting the ginormous tent that was colored bright vivid crimsons, emeralds, and ambers. The Joker grinning running below a handgun in hand and a face splitting grin. A wild bone chilling laughter filled the air overpowering the joyful circus music. Screams erupted as soon as the audience realized that this was very real and was indeed not part of the circus act. The Joker shot upwards towards Batmans direction not bothering to see if the hits were anywhere near the target. There was an audible thwip and the trapeze fell just as his mother and aunt were reaching for him to bring him onto the trapeze with them and his father and uncle. His mother's hand was mere inches away from his he could see the tears streaming down her face and feel the breeze her fingertips left. He saw her mouth contort as she screamed something. "Dick!" It sounded like it was miles away. He saw them falling slowly as if in slow motion and then everything snapped back to normal and they fell and he could hear everything. He could hear the snapping of bones and the shredding of skin as the bones pierced their skin. He could hear the quiet whimpers of his mother asking what would happen to him. He could hear his father trying to reassure her.
