Hi, everyone, now for those who reads my other two stories this is not a brand new project I will be doing. This is actually a chapter I had made when I was in 10th and the amazing thing is that I wrote better back then than I do now ! Like what the fuck!

I had come across this story when I was looking for some old docs in google chrome and I stumble on this one. At the time I didn't finish it so, feeling nostalgic, I removed a chunk of it and change the planned ending of the chapter and actually create an entire new story in less than thirty minutes in my head ! Here's a tip it would have involved Overwatch characters but again this will not be a project, consider this more of a one-shot of sorts but if I get far enough on my others I would like to work on this.

Also, the character in the story in a character I've been creating since I was in fucking 5th grade! He's appearance and name is based off Dark Blade, the Yu-Gi-Oh card. His character and backstory is different in this one but traditionally his story is fucking lengthy and at one point I even have him become a god in a system of a God Hierarchy that I also created.

But ignoring all that I hope whoever bothers to read this enjoys it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman that belong to whoever owns it.

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Gotham City, home to the cruelest drug dealers, murderers, rapists and gangsters in the world. Birthplace to the most sociopathic, insane beings in the planet.

"Complete and utter bullcrap..." a shadowy figure grumbled, in a dark, deep, male voice, on the dark roof of an old, crumbling, apartment building. Looking down to the dimly lit streets of Gotham City as his soul piercing blood red eyes curiously watched the walking strangers on the street sidewalks. Though his mind is elsewhere, as he thought upon the surprisingly simple ways of being called mentally insane by the U.S. government.

"If the definition of being 'mentally' insane meant having strange and unique diversities and using them for crime then I would completely agree on their assessments but that isn't the meaning of being insane. I can safely say that at least half of the 'mentally' insane individuals Gotham is known for are completely and utterly insane, like Joker and Scarecrow. Someone like Freeze however, who justs wants to get money, tech or medicine to save his wife. Yeah, he killed people to get them and I can't really say that was the correct decision to make on his part but his heart was in the right place... You would think that the government would help him when he asked if the U.S. could save his wife and in return he would live out his entire sentence even the death penalty as well as give them his cryo weapon technology. The U.S. had actually considered it but the Batman insisted on putting him in bars on all costs, without involving any of the cryo tech. Heck, I even saw Batman agree to find a way to save his wife from her illness and that was seven months ago and he hadn't even taken Freeze's notes after imprisoning him!" He ranted to himself and only taking thirty seconds to notice that he did. He dropped his head, only noticeable because his eyes moved down and disappeared.

"I really, really need someone to talk too, being gone and alone for so long is causing my already metaphorical loose screws, looser." A very audible sigh was heard as his face was still lowered to the roofs flooring. He heard loud gunshot and his head quickly shot up, his eyes piercing the shadows, and looked across the streets below finding a car chase of Gotham PD after what looks like a stereotypical cargo van heist. Gunman from the back of the van shot at the police cars causing most of them to swerve off and crash, probable causing the deaths of the officers or at least badly injuring them.

The shadowy man spang in action as he leaped with incredible strength to the other nearly destroyed buildings, enjoying the rush of air and the heat in his legs, while following the van as it drove through the streets. The shadowy figure noticed that there was a one way turn a few blocks ahead of him and leaped to the building directly in front of the incoming van. When the van began to turn in the one-way street the shadowy figure dropped down landing on the hood of the car, stopping it dead on its tracks, causing the two men who were in the driver and passenger seats to crash into the wind shield. His red eyes scanned the driver and passenger as they exhaled their last breaths before slowly walking around the van towards the back doors. He could hear the panicked screams of the men still inside the van.

"Oh God! Richard and Miguel are dead men! They're dead!" One man could be heard screaming.

"You think it's Batman or one of his pose?" Another male with a surprising amount of calm in his voice.

"No way man, this ain't any of those freaks' styles." A different man voiced in the van answered.

"This is something else and it ain't afraid to kill us." He finished as multiple clicks of a gun's safety being turned off could be heard. The killing hero stood at the back of the van believing that they would exit from the rear. Instead going for the back they went for the side, slightly surprising the dark hero for their actual thought into too exiting the van. Two of them ran forward a few feet away from the van scanning the area for their opponent. They wore simple kevlar vests, ragged clothes and black skull like masks along with both wielding AK-47's. The third stood near the van with the same clothing and weapon but the mask was slightly silver-ish black, signifying some type of authority.

"Black masks men… I wonder what they stole to have needed five heavily armed thugs?" He thought as he watched the three men, amusingly, search for him and not even think of looking behind them. "Being one of black mask's gang you'll need to have done some gruesome things...I won't need to give them quick deaths then." He thought as he somehow summoned a long black as night chains using black mist...or maybe gas. The chains jingled causing the three men to tense as they looked back to towards their destroyed van finding a figure hidden in the shadows on the roof of the car, only having his blood red eyes to be scene. The black mask soldier closest to the van tried to fire only to have the black chain pierce his throat, thanks to the kunai looking bladed tip of the chain. The two men watched with fear as the monster pulled the chain gruesomely slow, causing the man to slowly drown in his own blood, gagging at his poor attempts to breath. The chain tugged on his throat signifying that it was stuck. Heavy clinking sounded as the shadowed figure appeared in the dimly lit streets. Causing one of the armed, masked, soldiers to piss in his pants and the other to drop his weapon.

The new illuminated creature showed himself standing at around 7'6 feet tall covered head to toe in pitch black colored plate armor. The armor itself has a gruesome look as it's, bright silver-ish white spikes laid on his spaulders, helmet, knee guards, knuckles; slightly glistening by the crescent moons moonlight. Having only his demonic eyes be seen for most of his face was covered because the helmets faceguard. A demon the fearful men thought.

He stood over the dead black mask soldier before bending down to pull the chains bladed end. Allowing the last two soldiers to see an impossibly large sword on his back, nearly as tall as he, missing only six inches before reaching his height. The two men began to run, hoping to flee from the demon. Only to be stopped by someone grabbing and lifting them off the ground by their necks. Their fear filled eyes looked at the two disembodied armored hands lifting them up, hands that look just like the demon's. Soon that thought came true as the arms severed ends began to release black mist. The mist began to take form of an arm, then shoulders and soon an armored body began to take shape. His demonic eyes staring at them with his grip tight around their throats.

Rapid gunfire sounded off along with the clinking of metal as the remaining armed black mask soldier fired his Ak-47, one handed, at the demon, only to have the bullets innocently bounce off the metallic plate armor. In response the demon began to choke the man, aggressively. The man's gasps of breath grew more frequent and his skin grew pale. A moment later the demon , in one even motion, snapped his neck killing him instantly before dropping him. The remaining black mask soldier watched his comrade die and began to cry out of fear, pleading for his life. The demon's eyes narrowed dangerously at the now crying soldier, before slowly crushing the man's neck.

"You call yourselves soldier's, yet you cry, and flee for safety as soon a threat comes forward!" The demon said in a deep, strong voice as he reached for his sword.

"As punishment for your cowardness I will give you a slow death!" He called out as he finally gripped on his sword's hilt but he then moved to use the soldier as a shield to block projectiles coming towards him. The soldier screamed in pain as they hit and yelp in pain, again, when the demon uncaringly dropped him. The demon looked down to see the man's wounds caused by three bat-shaped throwing weapons bleeding out a dangerous amount of blood, slowly killing him.

"Batman…" He thought as he quickly looked up into the roofs of the building in an attempt to find him. His unseen ears could hear the hissing of something moving behind. By instinct he ducked down narrowly dodging four more batarangs that embedded themselves into a nearby building. As he began to stand up he caught a metal pole with one hand that was aimed towards his head. He looked to his left to see a man wearing a tight black jumpsuit with blue highlights with a symbol of bird on his chest, also blue in color.

"Nightwing…" He thought as he scanned his partially masked face. Seeing not many signs of ageing he concluded that Nightraven is still in his late teens." So Nightwing is here… and he's still pretty young, no more than 17… that would mean the Teen Titans have yet to become the Titans, interesting...but where's Batman?" He continued internally, still gripping onto the metal pole, but soon Nightwing finally broke free from his grip, but in truth the demon let it go. Nightraven jumped back and got in a stance preparing for a fight.

The demon simply raised his non-existent eyebrow at Nightwing before he moved his right foot behind his left and stood straight, shifting his body slightly to the side, indicating some form of battle ready stance. Nightwing charged with his metal staff in hand striking in a vertical swing, aiming for the demon's head, again. Instead of dodging the attack he let Nightwings staff slam on his head, surprising Nightwing as he stared at his now bent metal staff. The demon took the advantage of his surprise and used his left hand to grab his throat, but Nightwings reflexes were quicker and he managed to dodge his grab. Nightwing jumped back, again, after which he throw his staff away because of its bent status.

Hearing whispering wind behind him, the demon, ducked yet again to see another series of batarangs flying over him and hitting the ground.

"This is getting annoying now", the demon thought.

He spun around to face his new opponent only to find darkness to greet him, his eye twitched in annoyance, but footsteps caught his attention. The demon, knowing of an attacking coming, moved to the left and opened his arm allowing NIghtwings shock gloved punch to miss. The demon then closed his arm trapping Nightwing in an arm lock causing the blue caped crusader to kneel down as the armored warrior from hell slowly applied a large amount of pressure to his arm. Nightwing's arm began to crack but was stopped thanks to another three batarangs flying towards him. However, instead of moving to dodge the projectiles the demon decided to withstand the assault in favor of possibly defeating NIghtwing. The three batarangs flew, hit and stuck onto his dark plate chest armor. The demon's eyes narrowed at this.

" My armor is supposed to be unpierceable" He thought with interest." I wonder what metal Batman uses to have managed to have them stick onto my armor." He thought with growing curiosity, but his curiosity soon turned into annoyance as the batarangs began to beep red.

BOOM!

The batarangs exploded in a white light and smoke. Obscuring the vision of both the demon and Nightwing. However, blood red eyes pierced the smoke, a tell tale sign that the demon is still alive. As it cleared it up a clear vision of his scratchless armor could be seen along with his arm now gripping Nightwings throat. Nightwing himself seemed to have gotten hit by the explosion, but only mildly, as his clothing had a dozen or so rips along with black smoke, covering a piece of the bottom half of his face.

"My… it would seem you have little care for collateral damage today, that is most surprising, but I still hope you have enough humility to actually care for this young man's life, Batman!" The demon's deep voice called out in a conceited tone. His eyes soon looked to Nightwing as he grabbed his hands that were upon his throat, attempting to release himself from his grip. He chuckled at his poor attempt of escape but he soon fell quite at a thought

"Something doesn't feel right…" He thought. "There's something missing" He continued as he scanned the surrounding area for something that is supposed to be there. It did not take him long to notice that the wounded body of the last black mask soldier was no longer on the road. Noticing a small blood trail going away from the general area he concluded that Nightwing was the distraction to allow Batman access to rescue the wounded criminal and move him to a nearby roof.

"That would explain Batman's lack of appearance but that doesn't explain his use of excessive force." He pondered, thinking on the use of high explosive batarangs when an ally of his was in it's radius.

With this new discoveries he let go of Nightwing's throat, dropping him from two feet in the air, giving Nightwing the ability to breath again. After quickly catching his breath he then leaped backwards and retreated into the shadows but not before giving a deadly glare. The demon's eyes narrowed at his action.

"Why are they running away? Regrouping perhaps?" He thought as he began to calmly look at the dark, roofs of old gotham. Standing in the center of wide open road unafraid of any attacks towards him. However, as he looked upon the dirty roofs a thought came across his mind.

"Where in the bloody hell are the cops? I should have heard sirens or seen their red and blue lights flashing in these streets by now… Maybe it's because Batman's here, so their backing off to give him space to do to his 'job'." He thought, with a large amount of sarcasm when he said the word job. The demonic looking man never considered any hero's 'career' as a hero as a job. When he sees them running, jumping, flying, or teleporting around he just sees someone fulfilling a hobby. So you can understand why he gets a little annoyed when a hero says "It my job to save people" or "It's my job to put people behind bars". His eyes twitched at the thought.

Many could call him a hypocrite for thinking this, considering what he's been doing the past several months. And they would be correct if his intent was to be something akin to a 'hero'. This assumption is actually false. All he's done. All the death. All the death destruction. All the lives he saved, protected. Was all for one specific purpose.

To catch the attention of Batman.

There was something he needed from him, a very important piece of knowledge, and the only way to do that would be to meet him. What little he understood from the incredible invention called the internet was that Batman is a reclusive man and would never willing come out and help or talk to other heroes unless it benefited him. Since that direction would be a dead end and he absolutely despised the idea of 'heroes' in general. A path of villainy he would take instead.

" Plus, the sounds of their screams always did fill me with excitement" He thought before blinking at his own mind, "Gods, I'm becoming more and more sociopathic with each passing day… and I'm surprisingly ok with that."

Thud,Thud,Thud!

The demon was brought out of his thought with a few audible thuds originating from behind him. He quickly turned around to find three shrouded individuals. Two were tall around 6'3-6'5 while the other was around 5,2. He easily recognized one of them as Nightwing thanks to his dark blue highlights. The one next to him wore a deep orange and red colored suit along with a black cape with a artistic "R" over his heart and a black eye mask over his face; "Robin… is he the second or third version?" the demon said internally. The last of the three wore a deep black suit and pitch black cape/cloak with a bat symbol on his chest and black bat like mask over his head. The demon had an unnoticeable smile on his face as he can finally gets to fight against the 'great' Batman.

"Ahh… Hello my combatants, can we finally continue this bout." The demon said moving in a combat stance causing Nightwing to begin to charge forward but was stopped by Batman's hand gripping his shoulder. Batman's narrowed glare stared at the demonic man.

"Who are you?" The caped crusader called out, causing the demon's stance to relax to the question.

"My, how rude of you, I thought it was proper etiquette to say your own name first before asking others." The Bat did not respond as he simply stared at him along with the other two heros.

"Batman" He simply said. The demon released a chuckle at his bluntness.

"Terse as always Batman, very well I will tell you my name, I am called Darkness Michael Bladikus but you may simply call me Dark or Blad, ," Darkness said as he did a bow causing the other two heroes to become angry.

"Hey, why didn't he ask us for our names!" Robin yelled as Nightwing silently agreed. Darkness looked at them blankly as he tilted his head.

"...I didn't notice you there, my apologies." He said with fake forgiveness making both heroes even more angry at him.

Batman POV

"Darkness Michael Bladikus, I finally have a name for his file." The Crusader thought. He had been watching this being's actions ever since his first appearance. A massacre of a up and coming gang had occurred two months, there was only one survivor. A young boy, no more than 10 years old, the youngest member/initiate of the gang. They found him in the center of the room with the corpses of 25 other members, ages ranging from early 20's to early 30's. He was

raving on about a demon who had come to drag them down to hell for their sins early. After this another five incidents occurred for two weeks of similar circumstances and all witnesses or survivors hysterically talking about a demon with piercing blood red eyes. However, over the following month there have been other cases where the same demon had saved, rescued and protected the citizens of Gotham from criminals.

He was a unique case of a man. The news interviewed the citizens about this new 'hero', as many people of Gotham now signify him. With many of them thinking that he is a more darker and effective version of himself, The Batman. At first he was angry at Gotham's citizens for comparing him to someone who in a regular basis slaughters entire groups of people. Though, soon after, as he continued to think upon their words. He had discovered that there was, indeed, a time he could have become like this Darkness, this monster of a being. A man that does not care about the consequences of killing someone. A man who shrouded himself with darkness and let it consume single thought had made him mildly obsessed on finding, analyzing and arresting the demon.

"Batman, what are we waiting for, we've been standing here for a minute just staring at each other. Their three of us and one of him plus Barb is on the nearby building ready to flank him. We can get him now before he escapes." Nightwing said quietly trying not reveal his intentions to their opponent. Though he was anxious because he wanted to teach Darkness a lesson on not insulting him again.

"Agreed" Robin answered equally as quite. Wanting the same thing Nightwing is hoping for.

"I don't think that would be good move guys. We don't know what we're exactly dealing with here and did you see how little affect those explosive batarangs did. He willingly dodged the early ones just to mess with us. Not to mention how Night's metal staff not only did not do any damage to him but also was bent to inoperable use." A female voice sounded out of Batman's earpiece, the same happening to the two other male heroes. Batman grunted in response.

"I agree with Batgirl, we don't know what other abilities he has. We must be cautious and use our element of surprise to our advantage later on." Batman's deep, rough voice boomed out of his mouth yet also quite causing Robin and Nightwing to, reluctantly, nod in agreement.

"I don't mean to be rude but can you please decide on what you're going to do. I have been patiently waiting for about five minutes now and it's not polite to keep your guests waiting." Darkness said in a slightly conceded voice getting a noticeable twitch from Nightwing. Batman knew he was trying to goad them into attacking him, giving him the advantage. A simple yet effective tactic sadly all of the shadowy heroes have become immune to villains threats and taunts, well mostly immune considering Nightwing's reaction. Even with knowing his plan Batman can't not help but think upon Darknesses choice of words.

" He knows… he can somehow hear us from at least 15 yards away, impressive. That would prove that he somehow has some type of enhanced senses abilities but what others can he have hidden? It also means he heard us the entire time we were discussing our strategy." On that thought he decided to go for the most immediate approach, as he raised his arm to his ear.

"Batgirl wait for my signal then move in and disable him, Robin, Nightwing and I will try to weaken him," Batman said through his earpiece.

"Thought you said we shouldn't go for the frontal assault idea?" The female bat asked. Getting confused looks from the other male heroes. Instead of looking at his partners he simply stared at Darkness who began to laugh full heartedly at Batman's deduction skills.

"Interesting, very interesting, you discovered one of my abilities on only two sentences, color me impressed." He said as he clapped on his achievement." Yes, you are correct Batman I've been able to hear you in your silent conversations from the very moment I saw you" he finished. Getting a small gasp from Batgirl over the intercom and shocked looks from Robin and Nightwing. Batman simply kept his scowling glare towards him.

"Now may we actually begin this...swaray though please don't step on my feet, they're quite delicate." He said jokingly which triggered the current and former boy wonder to charge forward. Darkness stood calmly watching their movements as they reached him in melee range. Instantly he dodged Robins staff that had aimed for his head while blocking Nightwing's own attack towards his side with his right arm. Nightwing disconnected his new black staff creating two shock batons and quickly sent a double handed swing to Darkness's legs. Darkness side stepped away from the shock batons and dodged another swing from Robin's staff. Robin tried to pull back his staff but Darkness grabbed it and pulled it towards him and Robin along with it. Using the momentum to his advantage Robin jumped off Darkness's chest and began to go over his head. The demon's quick reflexes grabbed Robins cape and slamming him down to the ground causing cracks on the cement from the level of strength behind Darkness's throw. Robin groaned as his body stiffened in unbearable pain. Nightwing screamed in rage as he charged yet again towards the armored demon warrior to only have his batons grabbed. Nightwing increased the amount of volts being produced. Ignoring the electricity shooting out of them, Darkness tightened his grip on the shock batons breaking them in half causing Nightwing to be stunned for a single second. A second that costed him his consciousness as Darkness, punched him, hard, knocking him out by shooting him a few feet away from the demonic warrior.

Batman simply watched, anger slowly building in him, as he analyzed Darknesses movements so that he would use some form of advantage against him. As Darkness retracted his arm Batman sprang to action and threw another group of batarangs, the explosive type. Darkness shielded his face as the batarangs exploded against his arms causing a small smokescreen to cover him. When the smoke cleared Batman had, unsurprisingly, moved from his position.

Batman watched from the shadows of the buildings. Looking at Darkness as he moved cautiously through the streets. A small buzz sounded from Batman's ear.

"Batman! He took out both Robin and Nightwing without breaking a sweat! That armor of his makes him nearly indestructible. Plus, we don't even know what type of other powers he has. Come on, let's get the boys and head back to the Batcave. We need to re-strategize and learn more info on this guy if we ever want to do anything against him." Batgirl suggested through the intercom. Batman, even though he was against letting this man walk free, was forced to agree. They know close to nothing of this man, except his name, his appearance, that he has very powerful hearing and has a unique form of martial arts Batman has never seen before.

With that thought Batman coordinated with Batgirl for the extraction. Darkness had not moved away from the defeated bodies of Robin and Nightwing.

"Probably using them as bait for us" was Batman's thought.

As Batgirl got into position behind Darkness Batman positioned himself directly in front of him. Batman was seconds away from signaling Batgirl to strike but was halted by Darkness' words.

" Batman, now I know this is quite rude of me as we were are in the middle of a quite a riveting conversation but I have prior commitments to attend to, I hope you understand." The blooded eyed man said eyeing a small watch implanted into his armor.

"What?" Batman thought with a blink and before he could even respond to his words the armored demon began to turn into black mist and disappear; but before he left his shoulders and head remained intact to leave a few more final words.

"I hope we could continue this again Batman, and associates, as I must admit that I enjoyed our little dance. May our paths cross again, friend." He said with dark laughter as the rest of his body disappeared, his laughter lingered and echoed across the dark and unlit streets and alleyways of the Slums. The caped warriors waited in the shadows, searching for any sign that this was a trap but having found none they dropped down and jogged towards the two wounded men. Batman narrowed his eyes in anger as he and Batgirl carried the two back to the batmobile that was hidden between one of the dark alleyways.

"Batman," Batgirl called out catching his attention," who, what, was he? The guy was toying with us the entire time, he could of probably killed all of us without us even knowing it was happening! Is he the guy the news have been going crazy about lately?" She said with apparent hysteria.

"We'll speak about this later, when we get back to the Batcave." He said getting into the driver's seat of the Batmobile, the two wounded capes groaning in the backseat. Batgirl sighed and nodded before using her grapple hook towards her bike not that far away from the alleyway.

As batgirl flew off Batman sat and lingered on his thoughts. What Barbara said was true, he knew that, but that's not the problem. They had faced enemies that were just as deadly and they were still able to win. The problem was that this man, Darkness, uses powers that he has zero idea where it originates or how it works, not to mention their was no easily seen weakness. If he didn't attribute Darkness's overconfidence and arrogance as a weakness that is. However, before he could continue his thoughts a weak groan from Robin shook him out of his thoughts.

" It's not the time for analysis, I need to get Nightwing and Robin to medical attention and fast!" With his mission objective clear he put his car in drive and drove off in high speeds back to his lair.

He knew that this was not going to be the last time he was going to meet this new opponent and when he does reappear he would need to experiment with as many devices he has at his disposal to find any sort sign of weakness against him.

As his gut was telling him that this monster was going to be major player in Gotham and he needs to be ready when he does something more disastrous than killing low level gangs.

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Black mist began to form upon the now empty streets, its ground still freshly scarred by combat. The sound of heavy metal greaves echoed from the mist until Darkness walked out of the shadowy fog. He looked around for a moment before nodding to himself and sighing.

"Good, they're gone," Darkness spoke, his voice still deep but the conceited tone had changed to a more tired and approachable one.

He then sighed in annoyance. He wanted to fight Batman not his underlings. He knew if he had defeated all his little students Batman's priority would be to get them to safety and not fight him seriously. Despite him only needing a measly piece of information from him, of which he could have gotten easily from him, he preferred to have a defeated him beforehand.

He did want to fight against the supposed greatest detective in the world. He was curious if the man could discover of weakness in his powers. As, he, himself, could never find.

" Oh well, might as well check on what the hell those damn Black Masks had stolen." He said seemingly forgetting his dispointement as he clamped his hands in anticipation, walking towards the semi destroyed van. Peering inside of it he saw it to be mostly empty as only bullet casings and a steel briefcase laid on its frame.

Turning his head slightly to the side in curiosity he grabbed the metal case and broke its locks. Opening it he found three small vials of clear liquid positioned safely in tight indents in the foam. He removed one of them and looked at the small "biohazard" symbol on the glass.

"A virus, poison? What is this?" He thought as he unscrewed the lid and sniffed the top. " It's oder less, clear, and it's a liquid. Hmmm, what could this be?" He lifted the vial closer to his eyes in interest before shrugging.

" Welp, bottoms up." He said quietly as his helmet disappeared, turning into black mist, revealing a pure ,emotionless being of black mass shaped into a masculine head. The mist exuded off his head like slow fire; it swayed as he drank the hazardous liquid. His blood red eyes seemed to twitch, like it had somehow blinked, and stared at the vial.

"It's tasteless, well tasteless to my normal tongue that is." He thought as his body began to digest the liquid allowing him to indicate some of its properties. " Phosphorus trichloride, Ethanol, and is that… Phosphonite. What the hell?! These are some of the main components for VX!" He thought with wide eyes, surprised at the appearance of the incredibly dangerous Cold War poison. He quickly put the cap back on and placed the vial back into its place then closed the case.

He turned his head to look down the street as he began to hear the police sirens finally echoing across the streets.

"It was about damn time!", he thought.

He grabbed the case and began to Fade out of the area, the case fading along with him.

The police found evidence of fighting, the Batman and the obvious MO of the newly notorious.

Devil of Gotham

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So, how was it? Really bad? Really Corny? Decent? I actually really want to know as this was a younger me and I want to see if i was actually going somewhere with this. Plus I hope I left a lot of stuff unexplained so that you guys can guess what his powers are and how he knows what he know :P.

Also, to anyone who read my stories, how is this writing style compared to my others? That another question I would like an answer to.

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