The Darkest of the Bat
I see her beautiful face, ruined. Her blood mingled with her blond curls, making them thin and pointless. She looked disgusting the way she laid on the ground before me. Her once tanned face was pale. I felt disgusted by her. She was my mother.
She was once a beautiful woman, now she looked not of the sort, in a way I was glad she was dead, all the men were after her, sleeping with her, my father was way too busy to noticed, he trusted her…though I wished upon death to her, I didn't wanted her to be murdered…I'm not that evil…yet.
I looked up at the masked figure, who had filled her and tilted my head, he reminded me of a clown, an ugly one if that, here I stand 17 years of age, and I had witness my first death, though I am not grateful. I snarled at the man before me, his green locks looked like a bad hair dye. His eyes entranced me though the most, the ocean sea blue, they reminded me of a friend.
I had to snort mentally at that, the man was a killer and…is he smirking at me. A growl was heard deep inside me, but as soon as I blinked he was dashing off. I could not move, but I did swear I would get my revenge, my mother didn't deserve to be shot in the heart, she might have been a son of a bitch…but she was human, bust like everyone, though...she did no wrong.
I could hear a squeak and as I looked up there a bat was hidden within the shadows of the darkness. My eyes sparkled, Gotham had too many villains yet no hero's, a man who could easily be hidden within the darkness will be a very good hero…just like a bat, but only a man…that day will rise when I will become Gotham's savour
I wrote this for my boyfriend to use for one of his stories, but I loved it so much that I'm putting it up here too