Fanfiction and Vishalddark presents
Harry Potter- The Unseen Assassin
A Harry Potter & Batman Crossover
Harry Potter and his better half, face new challenges in this world, as he finds himself tangled in love and lust, and discovers who he is and what it is he wants to be here.
" Let's leave this world behind, Harry and search for a better one." She said with a strange glint in her eyes. "Ok, just don't look at me like that. I am scared of what you might have cooked up this time." Replied Harry.
"You said that this world was better. You must have been high on something Lady. I have never been thrown into such a mess before." Queried a visibly annoyed Harry to her. "Oh, stop it. You like it too. Don't you? This place is so much fun." She answered.
Do we really want to know what a changed Harry Potter is up to during the times after the war.
Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Harry Potter or Batman. I just own the plot of this fanfiction.
I have used a number of important elements and tricks of quite a few Anime in the fanfiction, especially from Darker Than Black, Harry and others. This however does not mean that the story will be incorporating characters from those worlds. This a mostly a Harry Potter-Batman elements crossover with a gradual harem, in the story. Many parts and instances of games especially from Batman: Arkham series have been incorporated in the story. Though the story may appear to be bit disjointed, I assure you all, it will make sense in the end. There is an Other Female Character (OFC) by the nickname of Nyx in the story and I have given her the role of a female from the Harry Potter universe.
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Now, on to the story we go...
Chapter 1
A young boy of seemingly eighteen years of age was seen sitting in a cafe, dressed in pitch black clothes such that the light seemed to be sucked from the surroundings into the clothes. He gave off a mysterious and dark aura that had several females, both young and old sighing in the frank lust while several males seemed to glare at the boy. The cafe was one of the many safe points in the drab and dangerous city of Gotham where a couple could relax in peace and without fear. This cafe was located in a safe designated area with a police station nearby just at five minute walk from the cafe and also had an upper lounge where private booths were present. Couples often went to these booths for the customary necking and private affection best reserved for only bedrooms.
Right now most of the females wanted nothing else but to take the young man sitting in front of them to one of these rooms and ravish him till the days ended. It was not that the boy wasn't unlike an Adonis but the main factor was his exotic looks and the care free way he was lounging on the seat reminding them all of a predator. A sudden mental image of a jungle cat flashed in the waitress mind as she moved to his table to care of his order again. Lithe, agile and lethal; this boy was a predator were the thoughts running in her mind and she had a quick mental fantasy of her being his prey where she was being hunted by him. Shaking off her risqué thoughts, she cleared her throat and prepared herself best for the knee weakening look that the boy was capable of unleashing.
Harry turned when he heard the waitress clear her throat and he turned raising a single eyebrow at her. The young woman, going by her looks in her mid twenties, flushed an attractive shade of red on seeing his face. Harry sighed to himself mentally while maintaining the stoic small smile on his face. He cursed Dumbledore to the deepest pits of hell and a tormented afterlife for his incessant meddling and sticking his long, crooked nose in business not meant for him. She had assured him that the old goat fuck-up was suffering more than enough.
He simply shook himself mentally of the cobwebs and spoke in his cold, yet melodious voice," I will have a cup of black coffee with two sugars, please. And a couple of scones if you have any." As he finished speaking he spied in the corner a young girl not older than eighteen looking ready to faint along with the sigh of longing that most of the females let out. The waitress seemed to have invented an another shade of red in the meantime. Looking carefully, Harry noticed that most of the young females were supporting the same red blushes on their faces while he could see that several males looked ready to head over and start a fight with him.
The door opened and a young woman in her late teens or early twenties by her appearance entered and suddenly entire atmosphere changed with her arrival. The entire room before she arrived was reeking of a care free and just a hint of lust and anger. And now it was as if someone had thrown a heady cocktail of all hormones in the cafe with a very short fuse.
"Well, this is either the start of a pretty good time or a truly horrible nightmare." Harry said absently to himself, remarking at the thunder clouds he could see brewing at the distance.
"That depends," said a voice behind him, causing him to turn around his neck and locate the speaker. "It could be both," she finished, walking toward him slowly, her black heels clicking on the ground that drew one's attention in the now unnaturally silent cafe. She was absolutely gorgeous, a terrible perfection that always froze and boiled his blood all at once. A long, shimmering black dress held up by thin straps over her shoulders swept down to her ankles, hugging and displaying her every curve with a sinfully low neckline that was just this side of indecent, slits up both sides to just past mid-thigh exposed miles of leg with her every step. She had flawlessly pure alabaster skin, long, wavy black hair framing her face that hung half-way down her back and full, blood-red lips with eyes that were as shimmering black as her dress. She had her hands clasped behind her, making her bust stand out even more than normal.
Harry had no trouble keeping his eyes above her neckline, which just seemed to amuse her, as other males in the room seemed to be glued to her sinful figure. He shook his head in amusement and asked the woman, "What took you so long, my lady?" as she stepped forward and held out her hand. Harry had risen from his seat and taken it into his and bent to brush his lips on her fingers. He ignored the sighing of the women around him at his action and the mutters of 'sweet romantic' as did the woman in front of him.
The woman pouted playfully at him as she said, "I'm simply shocked that you act like you don't know me, Hadrian. I've been close to you since you were but a babe, and even in your teenage years at the school. Do you usually go and forget a girl's habits and behaviour after something special like that? What a shame." She finished on a mocking voice, though it was more mischievous than mocking.
Several females around the room glared at the new arrival wishing to eviscerate her with the force of their glares alone. If the looks could kill the woman sitting with the young boy would have been burned and buried six feet under solid concrete. The woman was exceeding beautiful, some would say that she had a haunting beauty and terrible wickedness to her that drew everyone's eye and made them all wary of her.
"Why did you call me here? And, Did you finish the bank work as you wanted? And, what I am doing tonight, Nyx?" Harry asked her, his voice as cold as hers but lacking the frightening quality to it as hers. In fact it was quite melodious.
The woman, now identified as Nyx, sitting across from him, simply smiled sweetly and spoke softly to him, " Yes, all done and finalised. In fact, here is your new ATM card and this chip contains the documents you need for today's work." She said and slid the card along with a Data Chip across to him. " One more thing. Well, two more things for tonight. One, you will have to decrypt the program first, otherwise all of the files and plans will get erased, as he was the one who that created the abomination program that protects the files in the first place. And as you know his power has grown quickly at an exponential rate since the creation of the Arkham City and is still growing. By now he could probably take on the Administration here alone with his force and come out on top. Second, I'll be waiting for you at home and adding to your already considerable experience. It might hurt me a little bit but you are so worth it." She licked her lips slowly and seductively.
Harry's blood chilled in his veins. He wasn't sure if it was because of simple fear of her libido or from being in such close proximity to Nyx dirty mind, though. "And that's the second thing?" He asked cautiously.
Nyx's smile widened. "You don't have to worry about me switching allegiances and leaving you ever, Baby. I have been bound to you completely after I Marked you that night, and you will be always be mine wherever you are, no matter what. Now, go do it fast and the rest instructions will be delivered to you specially after you finish the forty percentage of the total work. And now, to seal the deal for tonight, my Hadrian," she whispered, just before she jerked his head towards her and crashed his lips against hers. Behind them, the waitress eye's glowed a bit as her face hardened but none of them noticed. Every female in the vicinity subtly clenched their hands as they imagined what it would be like to kiss those pale lips of the boy who was now involved in a ferocious lip lock with the dark haired beauty, who by now was confirmed to be a friend and if one read into the lines, his girlfriend.
The moment was interrupted by a throat clearing and the two separated with swollen lips and turned towards the person who had interrupted their kiss. The waitress was there, standing holding a tray containing two cups of black coffee and a plate of scones. Her face was a bit flushed but she seemed to holding herself rather steadily. Harry raised an eyebrow and the woman's blush intensified even as she put the tray down and mumbled an apology. Harry nodded his thanks and took both the cups, marvelling at the foresight of the woman to have anticipated his partner's arrival beforehand. On the other hand, Nyx narrowed her eyes slightly as she took a deeper notice of the woman standing in front of her as her instincts warned her that there was something different in the cafe and her eyes had sought out all but she had sensed that this woman in front of them was different.
She put the issue out of her mind as she saw that the woman was behaving naturally as a normal person would do and when the waitress left, she decided on asking Harry more about how had his day gone. The two dissolved into a normal routine for all couples as they talked about their works. After few minutes, both of them stood while Harry paid the bill leaving behind a large tip for the waitress. As soon as the dark clothed couple went out, the cafe resumed it's normal behaviour though a group of teenage girls still were talking in hushed whispers and giggling.
Harry Potter was waiting for his mark to show up as he pondered his dilemma over the person's terminal as his own customised tablet decrypted the data chip given to him by Nyx. The tablet was a high end Blackberry Tablet launched only two months ago. As always, Nyx had been insistent on getting the latest goods in the market. In her words,' We are now free and we are the best. It makes sense for us to use the best this world has to offer.' Harry had indeed agreed with her that they were free of their obligations but one needed to be discreet, hence he had managed to bargain with her to take only mid to minor high end contracts. They had to avoid detection but Nyx had told Harry that in some cases they had had to intervene as even though she was retired, she still had some duties and responsibilities carried over from her position. Harry had agreed to that. It was the same in his case too. He came out of his musings as his tablet finished decrypting forty percent of his work and a beep signalled that something different and rather interesting had come up, something unexpected for him.
He turned pulled the Tablet towards him and took a moment to gaze at his hard work over laying the basic design of the Tablet. A myriad of what seemed to be tribal tattoos seemed to be covering the Tablet but in reality they were a covering base and Nyxeral misdirection for his runes to be etched on the electronic device making it much harder to damage, increasing its functions and capabilities and many more things. He remembered fondly his first female friend at Hogwarts, whose years of hard work had allowed to make this possible. Hermione Granger had lived her life to the fullest but had been very sad and full of guilt for her inaction to prevent His betrayal at the hands of the Wizarding World. They had paid quite fully for it. In fact, most of the Magical World had become a shadow of its former self. Hogwarts itself had gone into shutdown, and the magic of most things had failed.
Harry really had a good laugh when his Potter Family Theories had been proved good as truth and a civil war had erupted after his departure or as Nyx would say forced exile. The world had been re - structured and made into a semblance of the ideals of the Four Founders. Shaking himself mentally from his unscheduled trip down the memory lane, Harry began reading the decrypted program and his eye brows rose drastically at the information that had been especially well hidden and encrypted. Harry really wanted to know that how did Nyx guess what to expect but chalked it to her powers and the position she had left behind for him. He further allowed the Tablet to hack the rest of the Data Chip using the person's desktop as a base. If what he read was true, his mission parameters had changed drastically. This was really heavy but all he could do was just wait and go along the flow as usual.
A car arrived at the garage of the house and Harry's keen ears pulled out the sounds of the two pairs of feet moving drunkenly in the floor below instead of only one. Harry frowned to himself. This was even more unexpected but even though he wasn't in the mood for this change, he did not back down. Now, he would have to improvise the plan a bit. A humourless smile formed on his face as he contemplated his back up plans and stepped back into the shadows of the room as soon as the door handle turned.
In came what seemed to any unobservant person, a couple, a man who was the owner of the house going by the pictures present, some depicting his life moments and some depicting him in a TYGER security uniform. With him was a pretty woman who was wearing a set of tight clothes along a mini skirt. Harry, who was hidden in the shadows narrowed his eyes when the woman disrobed showing her nude and extremely fit and toned body to the world. What had really had caught his attention were the tattoos that adorned her body and his mind went to overdrive at the revelation that the League of Assassins were also after his mark. He simply concentrated and unleashed a mild but subtle sleeping spell in the room. Within half an hour both of them were sleeping together on the bed in the room as compared to the intentions both of them had on entering the room. Harry emerged from the shadows and his hand moved rapidly like a mamba striking, holding his wand and unleashing a small chain of spells at the female assassin who twitched slightly but gave no change except for the fact that she was more relaxed. Harry's wand rose again as he pointed it at the man. The room was lit by a blinding flash of cold, emerald green light and when it was gone, there was no one in the room except for the two persons who appeared to be sleeping on the bed.
"You have arrived early. You are not supposed to be here for another two hours. What happened? Was the information incorrect?" asked a cold female voice in the shadows. The other woman in question replied in negative by shaking her head and raised her head to look at the cold green eyes of her Lady staring at her. She shook herself of her stupor from the situation she had found herself few hours ago and spoke in her normal emotionless voice," The information and informant were both correct. I had even managed to secure the attention of the target, but someone got to him before I did. It seems that the rumours we have heard in the last four months were correct. There is an unknown entity in the city of Gotham. The work and integrity seems to be the mark of a high end professional assassin but there is no mark left as to how the person is killed. I should know for I woke up in the same bed as the corpse of my target without being alerted to the fact that the person I was sharing the bed was dead." When the eyes narrowed, the now identified assassin went on with her report.
" There are however some inconsistencies in the entire time I was with the mark. It seems the assassin is well versed with mental or you can say psychological tricks. He tricked me into a deep slumber that wore off after a few hours after the death. However, I personally feel that the assassin maybe underestimated the training we undergo. As soon as my body detected the feeling of anomaly in my normal routine, I was up and about. I investigated the cause of the death and what modus operandi the assassin uses and was surprised from the results as most of them were rather startling." She finished.
"Go on. It seems that we have a rival and you are one of our best assassins. To get the drop of you and never leaving a trace of his or her presence speaks well of the talents this assassin possesses. What did you find? And do not tell me it was like all those cases few weeks ago?" when the woman nodded, the leader groaned to herself before standing up and moving in the light, showing her face to the world.
The woman in charge was no one else but Talia al Ghul, daughter of the long lived Head of the organisation known in the world as The Demon, Ra's al Ghul. She was looking faintly annoyed at the report from one of her personal guard. This was the sixth target that had been missed by the League of Assassins. What she found after days of investigation was infuriating to her and humiliating for her organisation was the fact that the assassin left no traces of his or her presence and even had the audacity to kill the targets in the presence of her guards.
She had gotten few of the bodies checked by several doctors in an effort to crack the identity of the killer. All the times the reports were the same, the cause of death was unknown. Talia had never read an odder report before and the fact that she herself was quite long lived and had travelled with her father all around the world, that was saying something. A team of doctors had examined the bodies and had concluded that none of the persons had been poisoned, stabbed, shot, strangled, suffocated, or (as far as they could tell) harmed at all. In fact (the report continued, in a tone of unmistakable bewilderment), all the persons appeared to be in perfect health — apart from the fact that they were all dead. The doctors did note (as though determined to find something wrong with the bodies) that each of the persons' body temperature had been two degree below normal — but as the frustrated Talia had said, whoever heard of three people being frozen to death and that too without anyone noticing anything suspicious? The fact remained that almost all of those persons had someone with them or in the house when they were killed and no one had noticed. As if each and every one of those persons had decided to drop dead without reason.
She dismissed the guard and then decided to go out in the city in order to clear her mind. Had she noticed carefully she would have seen that a small silver - green coloured butterfly disappear in the corner of the room unnoticed by anyone.
Miles away, Harry's eyes closed and he smiled softly to himself. 'This is getting interesting. But the game has just begun.' He thought to himself. He was standing at the top of a building overseeing his second target of the night. Below him on the ground, Loose Lipps was speaking to his underlings. He was an important piece to the short criminal boss, known as the Penguin. Harry had known that the short fool had gotten his hands on a pair of diamonds that were a part of a larger set. In fact, Oswald Cobble-pot had gotten those accidentally when he had stolen a consignment meant for Black Mask. The diamonds were supposed to be a payment from Black Mask's chief supplier to him.
What no one had known was the fact that the diamonds were a part of a set belonging to the Hidden Jewels of The British Minor Nobility. Nyx had accepted the contract for the recovery of the jewels and Harry had found the trail ended here. Penguin had disappeared weeks ago to his hideout and even though Harry could track him perfectly using magic, he had found that it took out all the fun of the hunt. Harry loved the thrill of a good mystery and had decided to use the old method of running around in Gotham during night not unlike a certain Caped Crusader who was a bit obsessed with the Bat Theme a little.
Harry had changed his dress a little now. He was now wearing a long black trench coat which covered his black mesh shirt along with his black leather pants. The coat was covered in runes stitched on the inside using Mythril threads. Harry had even gotten a white mask with a purple lightning symbol drawn over the right eye up to his mid cheek. over the right eye. He had engraved runes on the inside of the mask which gave it quite a lot of features such as clear vision, ability to filter the air borne toxins and many others. He had a weapon that was a knife on a metal wire, which he used as an offensive weapon. It had been enchanted by Nyx herself to never dull or rust and remain ever sharp. In addition to using his knife, Harry also used wires with a carabiner attached to the end, several of them stored along his belt, which allowed the wire to anchor to any object that it was wrapped around. Harry's long black trench coat was bullet proof and almost indestructible with several enchantments woven into it, and it worked only for him.
'Time to get some answers in a fun way.' Harry thought as he jumped down right in the middle of the meeting. He drew his left hand back and made a motion of throwing something. From his gloved hands sharp metal needles, several inches long appeared and were sent into the bodies of the thugs between him and his target with pin point accuracy.
Harry had used the ability of his wand less magic to conjure several needles and using his enhanced senses sent them into specific nerve clusters of his enemies. He had learnt human anatomy during his studies in Human Transfiguration and had a good grasp of a person's body, be it male or female. Just to be sure, if he missed, Harry had channelled his magic in the needles and left a small amount of magic stored as electricity in them, not enough to kill but certainly shock a normal person into temporary paralysis.
The thugs between him and Lipps collapsed with screams issuing out of their mouths, just like puppets with their strings cut. Lipps stared at the masked figure in fear and no small amount of trepidation. A shot rang out and he smirked before gasping as the bullet bounced right of the figure's back. The figure glanced at the man who had attempted to shoot him and in the back no less. Harry drew back both his hands and allowed the wires to be thrown out. One of the wires streaked out like a striking snake and wrapped around the terrified man's neck. Harry smirked behind his mask and allowed a stronger amount of magical lightning to travel through the wire than he was using before. The man's haunted screams rang out in the night and shattered the silence in the immediate area. Knowing he had only a few minutes before the resident heroes and other night prowlers arrived, Harry unleashed the other wire around Lipps neck while retracting the previous one from the now comatose and slightly smoking man.
He pulled the wire with a sharp tug and his prey jerked as his air supply was choked for a few seconds, that too rather sharply. He pulled the person close and asked with a slow, cold drawl," Where is he?"
Lipps was either made of sterner stuff or had a very thick skull for he spoke in his nasally voice," I don't hav-ta answer ta ya, freak. Ya are not the Bat and don't scare me, ya know. Ya are going to pay for this and I'll be making ya my personal bitch, after the Penguin will be don -." He choked as the wire was tightened and the figure lifted him into the air like he weighed nothing.
"I was hoping that you would have spared yourself the pain but it seems that you like getting hurt. Oh well, this will hurt like a bitch but try not to pass out." Lipps could literally feel the figure smirking from behind the mask. He pondered about what the man was speaking about. He opened his mouth to goad the man further but before he could say anything, he heard the man draw something out and whisper a word before his world exploded into pain.
It was pain beyond anything Lipps had ever experienced; his very bones were on fire; his head was surely splitting into pieces; his eyes were rolling madly in his head; he wanted it to end… to black out… to die…
And then it was gone. He was hanging limply with the wire still around his neck and being held upside down by the demon, looking up into those blank eyes of the mask through a kind of mist. The night seemed to be eerily silent to him and figure asked coldly and calmly as if nothing had happened," Where is he?"
He spoke, his voice noticeably rough as Lipps realised that his throat had become hoarse from the screams he hadn't even heard," H-he…I-is... in a-a... s-ship...l-last stand", and then he fainted. Harry sighed but he did not feel bad about using the Cruciatus Curse on Lipps just that he wasn't allowed to make these criminals go insane from it. Lipps had murdered several homeless children last month by blowing their shelter when fleeing from police. Harry knew it because he was riffling through the man's mind and he had seen that the sick man had enjoyed it too. Hence, the Pain curse because Harry had become really angry at the senseless murder of the children, some were as small as seven years old. He retracted the wire from the neck least the man get his neck broken from it and he dies from it. He dropped the man carelessly like a sack of potatoes while waving his hand, vanishing the conjured needles and all traces of his presence. He could sense the police and the Bat arriving on his location as he looked up towards the skies and then was gone in a swirl of his coat, like he was never there, missing the arrival of Batman who arrived just as the unconscious man hit the ground.
Having left the crime scene and the subsequent meeting with Jim Gordon and observing the nearly catatonic Loose Lipps and looking seemingly unsatisfied, Batman returned to his subterranean base of operations. Still occupied with the most recent incident of the anomaly that had appeared in Gotham nearly six months ago, the Caped Crusader sent his apprentices out to patrol Gotham in his stead while the head Bat ensconced himself in front of the giant Bat computer.
While his fellow associates and Gotham Police may accept this as the work of Joker or any of the more vicious crime lords, without any firm data to corroborate their assumption and not take into account the possibility of a new criminal, the World's Greatest Detective required no more proof other than what he had heard from the thugs that had been incapacitated in the attack. Loose Lipps, himself had been shivering uncontrollably and had many times during his treatment had broken out into tears. Batman had been really surprised that a five minute meeting could produce such long lasting effects.
Which explained why was he tracking both Penguin's and Black Mask's communication signals and channels for any further news or any strange incidents. Apparently, the new anomaly was searching for Penguin as far as he heard from Lipps himself when he was babbling uncontrollably to anyone present and the Penguin had a run in with the Black Mask a few days ago. He knew this incident was linked to what he had found tonight. This forced Batman to follow his behaviour via the both the criminals' devices and whatever security systems he managed to hack. Currently, he was observing all three channels including the Gotham Police's radio just to be extra careful.
"Ah, audio piracy," a cultured British voice interrupted his ongoing analysis. "It seems to be the craze nowadays. I never thought that the Batman would subscribe to such behaviour when films are readily available on the open market. Then again, the world's greatest detective…"
"Very funny," the Caped Crusader replied.
"So, what possible reason would you have for spying on criminals and their associates while one of them is safely behind bars and the other has gone underground weeks ago. Is it not enough that you listen to enough Police chatter every day. It is not as if they both enjoy one another's company?" the ex-thespian inquired. "Other than Mr. Joker, of course. Or Miss Ivy, or Mr. Dent, or…"
"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce answered levelly. "However, this is a serious business. I am observing a potentially dangerous individual - a being who might pose more of a threat than any meta-human or criminals present in the city right now."
"Ah, yes," the elderly butler agreed sardonically, "the Batman is listening to the chatter of the thugs of two different gangs at the same time while keeping watch over the crimes that have been discussed over the police channel; simply amusing. How marvellous that you will now be able to bring this imaginary fiend to justice with all this clutter!"
Choosing to ignore his adoptive father's harassment, Bruce leaned back in his chair and rested his chin upon his joined hands. "What would you say if I told you that almost everyone in Gotham's convinced that this 'Assassin or Demon' is, in fact, nothing more than a fabrication of a man's memory with his brush or near miss with Death?"
"Had it come from any other source, I believe that they would need immediate psychiatric treatment. Seeing as how we are discussing the Medics, however, I would tentatively confirm it as a truth or a variation of it," the British man confided.
"You don't find the entire concept overly fanciful?" the other man asked disbelievingly.
Alfred smiled slightly. "Master Bruce, in the past few years, you have faced many fanciful things, enemies and a host of other problems. All things considered that Mr. Lipps has done till now and seen, the notion that after an attack such a person's mind would decide to visit the realms of mental breakdown seems entirely rational."
"Perhaps…" Bruce allowed, "But it does allow me to follow that he had no visible damage of any sort even with careful evaluation whatsoever, regardless of what he says happened to him, is it?."
"Then evaluate Mr. Lipps yourself, Master Bruce," Alfred concluded logically. "If memory serves, did you not have a similar problem with Miss Quinn when she joined the Joker?"
Finished with his task in the cave, Alfred began ascending the many steps leading up to the mansion as he recommended, "Might I advise you to invite your apprentices along on your next mission and judge their reasoning and their ability to fend for themselves by yourself?"
Batman nodded looking thoughtful and then turned back to the computer going over his reports again.
The doors to the large room swung open. A tall man in light grey clothes with red and gold trim strode into the chamber. "Lady Shiva," he called out, "they are here. The final fugitives have been apprehended hiding in Switzerland. They have been brought here and they are awaiting your judgement in the side chamber."
Lady Shiva made no verbal acknowledgement of the announcement. She stood up from her chair, which was more of a throne in the middle of the large chamber lined with obsidian walls. The few green lights around the hall caused an eerie glow as it reflected off of the shiny black walls. The woman moved slowly at first, stretching her long and powerful legs and arms as she strode up to the man who had interrupted her meditation. She looked at the tall man in front of her, with the dark hair, slightly rounded face which was marked with a few scars across his left cheek. She gave the man the slightest of smiles.
"So, we are done then, as soon as this is finished," said Lady Shiva, without any emotion in her voice. "Very well, then I suppose that I will need to appear in front of Lady Talia, as she had ordained." She walked towards the doors to the side chamber and called back to the man. "I shouldn't be too long, Jason."
Lady Shiva opened the doors before her with a push of her hand and then she stepped into the room. She eyed the occupants who were all seated in a row of chairs. The group included two men and four young women, in addition to another Nyxtleman who appeared to be the leader of the group. All the individuals stared at the woman who entered. She was wearing a dark black leather coat over a crimson red dress which seemed more like a corset and long black pant with heavy heeled boots, showcasing her entire figure and wrapped around her snugly leaving nothing to the imagination. Her long jet black hair were pulled back leaving her face bare to all to see. The ex-League of Shadows member just sneered at her captives.
"You do understand why you are all here today, do you not?" asked the Lady who stood there, clearly a malevolent presence in front of them. All of them remained silent as they just stared at the imposing woman in front of them. The two young men in who appeared to be near thirty glared at their captor. Lady Shiva only glanced at the younger people briefly, and then her eyes settled on the older man, with thin hair that was starting to turn grey. He was a little overweight, which surprised Lady Shiva as she took in the man's features.
"So, Thomas," she spoke with venom, "years on the run seem to have not been too unkind to you. I would have thought that you would have had to keep in better shape than this."
"What would you know about this…" spat Thomas, but he was cut off by a ninja who appeared holding her sword by his throat and looked back at her Lady, who simply looked amused.
"Now, now," chided Lady Shiva, almost mockingly, "let's have none of your previous vitriol. I had to listen to too much of that all those years in the village from you and your friends. Dustin was the most irritating and vocal of your little group, but I heard all of your comments." The lady paused for a moment as she walked over to stand in front of Thomas. "You know, Thomas, I am quite surprised. I am surprised that it was you and your group who were the last ones to be found and caught. I was sure that some others would have eluded me much longer than you would. Austin and his gang, I was sure they would have been harder to track down. Maybe it was simply because you just did a fairly good job of trying to remain quiet for the past five years."
"So, you have us now," sneered the captive Thomas, "are you going to hand us over to the Ra's? Send us to be killed?"
The Lady Shiva laughed. "My, Mr. Thomas, you have been on the run for a long time. I guess the news of our society and all of its changes has not reached you and your group while you have been away. Why is that? Could you not try to find a single assassin in the last years you have been on the run? Or have you been so far immersed in European culture that you never came across a single news point of our organisation? It's a shame really, that you have to learn now, and from me." Lady Shiva paused and spun in a circle on her heel, waving her arms about gracefully. "This beautiful place, this dark fortress, this is my stronghold!"
She waited as her words sunk in. Then she glared at Thomas. "This is my home, it has been for years. We had not needed to have a prison since I became Lady Shiva and the Demon Head gave all power for being judge and jury for all crimes against the League. That is when I earned the title of 'Lady Shiva'. However, you need not worry about the League. It was disbanded partially few years ago, in favour of a more different type of rule. You would probably hate to hear about it, so I will tell you anyway. The League now has two heads, Lady Talia al Ghul and Lady Nyssa al Ghul."
Thomas was in shock, he had heard rumours that there had been sweeping changes brought about by the Lady Shiva. He had heard only bits and pieces of the news, but it had been years since he had any contact with his former friends from the village. He was aware that those groups were being wiped out. As he thought about this, he wondered, silently, how could the woman in front of him have become what she is. From the tales that his former allies had told him, this Lady Shiva was as vicious as Ra's al Ghul had ever been. However, before he could say anything, the Lady Shiva spoke again.
"So, here I am, at the end of my tenure as Lady Shiva for the League but this will be my name from now on," smiled the woman in front of Thomas. "You will have the privilege of watching your group, die in front of you except for the females. They will be given different choices after their interrogation. But, you will suffer their same fate." She stood in front of her former colleague. She reached out and slapped him hard that had his face back reeling. "That is for the death of my sister. I had planned a worse fate for you but since you are so arrogant and full of yourself, I believe I have a better solution. For you and your group. There is no need for a trial, because I have determined that it should be so."
The two males were in tears as they realised that there was no way for them to survive this situation. In quick succession Shiva broke the necks of the two men. They didn't have the time to scream properly and their suffering was short lived as they died. The two younger females started hurling expletives at their captor, while the one of the elder women sobbed uncontrollably. With a slight glare, Lady Shiva silenced them all. She looked at the dead two men and then back at their leader. "What? Are you surprised at what I have done? Have you never heard the stories from your leader about the evil deeds that he and his gang had performed? Did he not brag and boast about how they would rape and torture females? About how he and his friends terrorised the simpletons at the village? Did he not regale you with the details of their exploits? Of how he and his friends raped and murdered my sister in front of me?"
There was silence in front of the Lady Shiva and all the females sat still. "I thought that your head would have told those stories over and over again. Oh well. Perhaps he will share them with devil when he joins him in hell!" With that she unleashed a series of attacks at Thomas. He was dying less quickly as the males of the group had and was in great deal of pain.
Turning to look at the dying body of Thomas, Lady Shiva spat in his face. "Do not die there and judge me for my actions, Thomas. It was you, and your group, and your group's beliefs that allowed my little sister to be sacrificed. It was you, and your faction, and those fools who created me. And it has become your down fall. But now, it is finished." With those final words she broke Thomas's neck. Then the Lady Shiva turned and walked out of the side chamber and entered her main hall. Jason was waiting for her to return.
"Milady," he said quickly, "the side chamber will be cleaned immediately."
"Thank you Jason," she answered. Then she stopped in front of her long time friend, as she noted that there was still a look of concern on Jason's face. "What is it Jason? You seem worried." She paused as she waited for a response, but she received none from the third in command of her group. "I assure you, my work is done as Lady Shiva, for the League at least. They have all been rounded up finally."
"I'll arrange for the females to be sent out. They were not supposed to be present for the execution but it matters little. Your work has been completed and your vengeance has been sated. You might want to reach Lady Talia tomorrow though. But for now, you need to rest for you have been working a lot. Also, there are some other matters that require your personal attention but they can wait. Now, go before I drag you there myself." He mock glared at her.
Chuckling at her old friend's mothering, she smiled at him and then went to her quarters to rest, her mind finally at peace after a long time.