Hi everyone! I'm just trying something out with this one. Please R&R
disclaimer: I don't own Young Justice or Batman
Deathstroke's POV
Pathetic. He didn't even try to fight back. Weak. All he did was run. Coward . He couldn't face the consequences of his wrong doings. I smirked behind my mask. This would be too easy.
I wasn't always like this. Once, the thought of starting a family again and retiring hadn't been that far from my mind. It was too late now, though. I was in my early fifties and was leading a life that most people wouldn't even dare to dream of. My name was feared everywhere. My days were filled with planning and hunting down my newest target. People hired me because they trusted me with one thing: I never miss a shot.
The man whom I had been pursuing with rapid warning shots ran into a parking garage. He slowed down his pace. ha. He must have thought he was safe. That would be his fatal mistake. I moved along the roof top on which I stood so I could clear angle of the mob boss. I assembled the sniper I always had with me and aimed. But suddenly, a new player entered our game of cat and mouse.
It was a little girl. She was surrounded by five menacing bodyguards. She seemed only about three years old. She ran over to my target with a gleeful cry of "Daddy!" My hand faltered on the trigger of my gun. So, this was why the man wanted to leave so badly. He wanted to take his little girl out of the line of fire. I still had a clear shot, so why wasn't I shooting?
After a pause, I put the gun away. I'm not sure why exactly, but I was feeling exceedingly gracious today. Maybe it was because this scene reminded me of my long dead son I had years ago. He had been the only person that I could say I cared about. I wouldn't kill my target today. No. He had twenty four hours with his daughter before I found him again. Only twenty four hours 'till I caught my prey.
When the time came, I took the shot. After all, I always get the job done. I killed off the bodyguards as well. No witnesses should be left alive. I had just finished off the last bodyguard with a bullet when a heard a sneeze behind me. I whipped around and aimed my gun at the heart of the mob boss's daughter. Even today, I still don't know why I didn't eliminate her. It might have been the way she starred at the gun with curiosity instead of fear, or the way that she seemed to understand that her father was gone, but didn't cry. Just like my son. I am not sure what came over me, but I took the newly orphaned child in and trained her. It was that night that her path to become the next major assassin began.
