The Assassin
An Assassin's Creed & Teen Titan Crossover
Brought to you from the warped mind of Echo Romeo ZS
Chapter 1
He strode through halls of the top floor of the tower. The Brotherhood had come a long way since the time of Grand Master Altaïr, from the castle in Masyaf. The Master now occupied a single office in a large sky scraper in the centre of Brussels not far from the EU Parliament and NATO buildings, with a training area in the basement.
Aleksey Fedoseev had just completed his latest assignment from the Grand Master. In his pocket he carried the feather that was stained with the blood of his victim. Some things had changed but the way the Order recorded successful kills was to dip a feather in the victim's blood, where possible as sometimes it wasn't.
Aleksey arrived at the Master's office, he was admitted without hesitation. The office was massive and sprawling. Walls were lined with almost a thousand years of learning and records, all bound in dusty, well worn, leather covered books. The Master was at his desk, sat in high backed leather chair, the dim table light illuminated his wise aged face. The smell of incense hung in the air mixed with well aged whisky. 'Oh, Aleksey your back.' He said smiling, 'I entrust your mission was carried out without trouble?'
'Yes my Master, the 6th son of Col. Gaddafi lays at peace with his God. He will not harm anyone anymore,' Aleksey had dropped down to one knee and profited the blood stained feather, 'NATO hit his compound soon after I struck. The people will blame them for his death. The Order is still safe.'
'Good. You have done well my young friend. Your skills far exceed your age.' The Master was impressed; he took the feather for recording in one of the many books.
'I have your and the other master's tutelage for that, Master.' Aleksey kept his head bowed and stayed on one knee. The Master gave him permission to stand, 'Thank you.' He spoke softly.
'What do you plan to do next?' The Master asked.
'If there are no more assignments for me to undertaken, I was planning to spend time with my family and for all of us to take a trip to Masyaf.'
The Master nodded in respect, 'yes each one of us must visit there at least once in our lifetimes. I myself have been there several times. When are you and Natasha due to be wed?'
'Another few months yet, so do I have leave to go Master?' Aleksey asked hopefully.
'Alas my friend, no you may spend some time with Natasha and little Cassandra but, I have another assignment for you to undertake, a one of grave importance.' Master said flatly.
'I understand Master, I find it humbling for you to entrust me with what you believe to be a vital undertaking. Is it a Templar?'
'Yes Aleksey, well they are linked to the Templers. They supply the Templers with arms and other technology, we cannot allow this to continue,' The Master handed Aleksey a photograph; 'this is your target.'
Aleksey gasped, he gulped as the realisation hit home of whom he was tasked to remove. 'Master... surely this task will be better suited to one of the Master Assassins. I do not believe I can undertake this and not fail the Order.'
'Aleksey you are capable to undertake this task. You would hold the rank of Master Assassin yourself if it was not for your age and the odd slip in your mature nature, but that is understandable you are still a young man at 21,' The Master put his hands on Aleksey's shoulders 'I hold faith in you my friend.'
Aleksey felt pride and fear within him. He was proud the Master, no his mentor, had such pride in him but he was fearful that it was misplaced and he wouldn't be able to undertake this task without disgracing the Order. What made matters worse it was to be a feather kill. He'd have to get close enough to kill his target and stain the feather; this would not be easy in any shape of form. 'I am proud you hold me such high regard Master. I shall complete this task with honour and come back safely.' He said with fake confidence.
'Good! Travel safely and may fortune favour your blade. The Bureau contact in Gotham City will be expecting you from there you will move on to your target.' The Master advised a huge proud smile across his bearded face.
The plane touched down at Gotham City Airport not much after 10 in the evening. Aleksey was carrying little luggage, a small suitcase and a backpack. Despite having several throwing knives on his person and the Assassin's hidden blade strapped to the inside of both his wrists. His white hood flicked up and over his head he moved like a shadow in the crowd, just another traveller on his ways about America, the fact he wasn't from the Middle East or looked like a Muslim helped in his jobs. Russians where never suspected of anything these days.
He collected his bag from the luggage reclaim and headed out of the arrivals area to collect his hire car, on a fake credit card of course, and made his way into Gotham City and the Bureau representative there. He drove with the traffic, going neither too fast or too slow, he was just another guy on the road going from someplace to another place.
He parked the car in a random lot and left it, tossing the keys away. If anyone found the keys they would be welcome to the car, but they'd be quickly arrested for driving a stolen car. Aleksey walked through the streets, the hustle and bustle of city life echoed in his ears and wafted up his nose. He ducked into a back alley cutting from one street to another he passed a group of black guys smoking that from experience smelt like weed. They stood up to block his path and shouted at him, protesting at his white hooded top. 'Yo, KKK you lost bruvva?' one called.
'Yeah man where is ya cross?' another challenged taking a draw on his joint.
'What you doing down here man? This is ma hood dawg, and we don't take kindly to white boys dressed like they are from the Klan prowling around.' The leader snarled.
'I am after no trouble, part your ways and everyone will be happy, I do not wish to trouble local law enforcement, after dealing with you 5.' Aleksey said calmly, badly trying to hide his Russian accent. The gang groaned in annoyance.
'Not only he a commie but he thinks cans usss,' the leader slurred, the weed affecting him.
'Let's kick his ass!' one shouted.
'Yeah let's teach this commie a lesson!' another shouted.
The Tenants of the Creed ran through his head, hurt no innocent, do not compromise the order and hide in plain sight. He'd probably break all three of these if he killed them but he may not have much have of a choice.
'On your heads be it,' Aleksey said coolly. He heard the sounds of Butterfly knives other flick knives clicking into place, at least none of them were carrying guns or at least they hadn't pulled them out yet. Del was about to flick the hidden blades hidden under his wrists out and take them on until from behind he heard a cry of pain coupled with an almost silent thump, his cape settling around him. He stood silhouetted against the glow of the street lights at the far end of the alley way.
'It is guys like you that spoil Gotham's tourist industry.' He said gruffly.
The leader gasped in shock, his eyes wide with shock, awe and horror. 'No... You... get him guys!' he stammered in fear. His henchmen looked at him nervously. 'Well get him you assholes!' The 3 remaining henchmen lunged at the cloaked figure, who countered faster than lightning, knocking the three attackers out cold in as many moves. He advanced past Aleksey towards the leader whom whimpered in fear a little before drawing a pistol.
'Wrong move buddy' the cloaked figure said gruffly, throwing something at him, causing the pistol to be knocked from his grip. He gripped his hand in pain. As the cloak closed in he begged for forgiveness, 'too late.' Was the answer, along with a broken jaw.
The five gang bangers lay battered and bruised across the back alley. Aleksey was impressed by the towering, foreboding figure. He didn't hear him moving about in the shadows, with Aleksey's years of training he should have been able to pick the slightest noise, but he hadn't. This person was stealth personified, he was even the order personified. If he joined he would be a valuable asset. 'Thank you, sir. Who are you?' he asked.
'I am the Bat.' The figure growled deeply, 'you should stick to the main streets, the scum of Gotham is not often friendly to its own populace let alone visitors.'
'I will heed your advice, I am in your debt. Thank you once again.' Aleksey said bowing his head in respect.
'Think nothing of it, it is what I do. Now be on your way and enjoy your visit to Gotham City' and with that he left, zipping up into the night sky and vanished. Aleksey walked out of the alley, giving a swift kick to the leader's testicles. He groaned in agony.
'You are lucky he showed up, my friend, if he hadn't you would all be dead.' Aleksey whispered harshly and left, disappearing into the crowd.
