Will you end my pain ?
Will you take my life ?
Will you bleed me out ?
Will you hang me out to dry ?
-Lund
A hit to the head was all I could remember before it all faded to black, lucky me wasn't fast enough this time even if it had started so fucking well !
The night was only just born, gothams streets filled with party craving people . All of them easy targets for me, i was fast and made my way through the crowds, the victim i had chosen unaware of my presence . A big fat wealthy man, that kind of people you want to punch into the face for nearly rubbing their money into your face, yep he was part of that kind. I stood now behind him, he was dressed in a black smoking, white hair slicked to the side and .. oh my a wallet filled to the fucking brim ... a miracle..
I leaned slowly closer, the man busy with his phone, trying not to gag as his stench hit my nose I let my fingers glide carefully into his pocket . Like seriously he has money but never heard of soap .
Bingo
I pulled it out, a brown wallet filled with money . I wasted no time in opening it, turning my back to the man as I did so.
100..200...430...
I got a grin, nearly a thousand dollars he had carried around.
Best. Day. Ever
I chuckled silently and went to walk away until i felt someone touching my shoulder, i turned around and that wealthy man had a red face, obviously angry. I gave him a confused look before his fist connected with the side of my head, knocking me out instantly .
I groaned as i woke up, it was wet all around me. Getting the focus back into my eyes i took in my surroundings .
That Asshole
He probably had just thought he killed me and left me between the trash of a small ally, rats squeaking and dirt all around me. I stood up, the pain in my head lessened slightly. I had to go home, take some pills and take a fucking shower.
I sniffed my clothes
Fuck yes i need one or else i fear my own nose will die and fall off, with a sigh i made my way home, i could probably aid the old wounds, i had that feeling that my back was on fire and that the warm thing running down my back ain't fucking rain.
" Something new about that thief, Officer? " A man in Uniform asked the startled officer
Standing up from the chair the officer went to a table, taking out a small thin folder before placing it on the table .
" Well kind of, take a look. "
Said and done, the uniformed man took a step closer and opened the little folder with a stern look plastered across his face
Name : ?
Aka : SwiftShadow
Age : 16-18 Years
Crimes : See folder GPD2#99
With a raised eyebrow the man looks up, closing the folder and turning to the officer
" And would you bevso kind to actually GIVE me the folder 2 ? " The uniform wearing man said
The officer did as told, yet that folder seemed to be a book. Taking it a little rough he slammed it into the table and opened it
" You gotta be kidding me.. 67 murders.. 1000 stolen wallets .. robbery and all imaginable crimes a teen could do.. BUT .. Nobody has more information? " The man asked slightly frustrated by now, yet the officer said nothing besides "This ain't my case no more, there has not been any murder within two months, only missing wallets. " and left. Leaving the uniform wearing man all alone behind with a few informations, a book of crime and a frustration growing from the inside. With a sigh he looked at a picture he had not noticed before, picking it up with black gloved hands he adjusted his thin glasses .
It was a picture taken from the police department, obviously the only one they had from that thief. Obviously it was a boy, not that tall yet considered normal sized, dark red hair which had probably been black once he guessed. A turned down cross earring on the left side in gold, bright yet slightly tanned skin. The boy wore on the picture a white shirt, black leather jacket and a pair of simple dark blue jeans .
So a normal boy who was capable of some cringey things
Until the officer noticed the face a bit more
The boy known only as "SwiftShadow" had a bright yellow collor in the right eye, yet the left seemed to be a very dark purple. Maybe genetics went wrong there, but then the boy's grin , the teeth seemed to be sharpened, like little white triangles pointing with the tip downwards .
Gotham is home to a clown prince and a harlequin, why do i even wonder.
The man in uniform thought before taking the picture into the inside pocket of his uniform he went to leave the department, he had a goal and information now.
