"Solitary!" the guard yelled angrily.
"Why?" the prisoner asked.
"For protection," he responded.
"I don't need protection."
"Protection for them," the guard pointed at the other prisoners who are laying on the ground unconscious. The only word I could think of was sloppy.
"Lets go." We started walking in the shadows, my black uniform blending in perfectly.
"Why him? Huh? He's sloppy and will be no help at all," I complained.
"Because when we make our move, he will help and no one will suspect," he responded.
I watched as the man from earlier was thrown onto the dirty ground. I decided to hang around. Literally.
"I often wonder at the riches to be found in dark places," I watched as my teacher started to walk forward into the light. You got that right.
"I thought the point of solitary confinement was the solitary part."
"These men have mistaken you for a criminal, Mr. Wayne…" I watched as he stepped into the light. Now exposing him.
"My name is merely Ducard. But I speak for Ra's Al Ghul. Have you heard of the name?" Ducard asked.
"I've heard the legends…master warrior, international mercenary, feared by all the underworld…some even swear he's immortal." Mr. Wayne responded. Ducard smiled at that.
"Ra's Al Ghul uses theatricality and deception as powerful weapons," I laughed. Ducard turned towards me still in the shadows and only a silhouette in darkness, "speaking of theatricality and deception. His top student has graced us with their presence finally. Mr. Wayne meet death a nickname we give them because of, how should I put this, their presence." I walked into light. I was, of course, wearing the Ninja outfit that they give us as students, or in my case graduates.
I walked up to Wayne and held out my hand. Mr. Wayne took it and looked into my eyes. Bad choice number one. I watched as Mr. Wayne's eyes filled with grief and pain. He looked away from me and to Ducard.
"Death is a bit nasty is it not? See why we call Nick death?" Ducard smirked at me.
"Ra's Al Ghul and his league of Shadows offer a path to those that are capable of upholding our code." Ducard said.
"Code? Aren't you criminals?" I laughed at that. MR. Wayne looked at me.
"A criminal is simply a man that someone else thinks," Ducard gestured around us," Should be put in jail. Tyrants and corrupt bureaucrats run this world. Our code respects only the natural order of things we're not bound by their hypocrisy. Are you?"
Ducard and I moved towards the door and I nocked. A guard opens the door.
"There is a rare flower. A blue double-bloomed poppy that grows on the Eastern sloped. Tomorrow you will be released. Pick one of the flowers. If you carry it to the top of the mountain, you may find what you are looking for."
"And what am I looking for," he questioned.
"Purpose," I responded. Both Wayne and Ducard looked surprised that I talked. The door slammed shut.
I know a very short chapter. Be expecting a lot of them though. This is the first chapter of my story and I have questions that you are probably thinking and I already know the answer to but I'll say them anyway.
Whose Nick or death?
What did they do to Bruce Wayne?
The first answer will be answered soon. But the second…. that will take a long while to answer. Sorry. But keep reading and leave comments!