Chapter two I continued to train myself harder and harder I learned parkour to be able to fight and move faster. As for food and shelter well I lived in a rundown warehouse and really stole any food I could get. I saw a signal in the air in the shape of a Bat and knew exactly what it meant. Who hadn't heard of the batman? I laughed at the thought of him though. Not even he would stop me from killing every Mobster in Gotham! A few weeks had passed and I had managed to get a costume by buying enough fabric to make it. Yes I said buying. I actually started working at this construction site. It was a good workout and paid rather well. I even had my own apartment now. Although it was roach infested and smelled of asbestos, It was a cheap price and anything beat that warehouse. This place at least had running water! Anyway the costume making was easy. I knew exactly what I wanted. The layout was a completely black suit with a full facial mask and a white place over the eyes. That way I could see through it. Then I covered it with red war paint all over the face and chest and drew a red eagle on the back. As for weapons all I had was my buck knife! Call me crazy but I don't think that was going to get me very far. I had no idea where I could get weapons. I knew buying from villains or a thug was a bad idea. Only because they'd have a link to whom I was behind the costume. Then it hit me! I worked construction the materials were right in front of me the entire time. So from there I crafted my weapons. I made myself a Bow for distance fighting and crafted many arrows made of wood and sharp rocks or steel. I also made a quiver for my suit which was black with red war paint. Then I made a spear which I created a holster for in my suit. Finally I made my favorites! The very ones I was trained with the most. The weapons I would bring the mob to its knees! My weapon of choice Tomahawks. Each weapon meant a lot to me. Considering my people had used them. I knew they would be the perfect way to destroy the mob. I made a red utility belt to store my arrow heads, and holster my tomahawks in. That way they could be secure while I jumped from building to building. I had a rope with a lasso just in case I ever fell. That way I would have something to swing me to safety. I kept it tied to a second spear which gave me a chance to throw it through a wall or something. That way I could have a zip line if I couldn't jump to the next building, and it could help I fell as well. Then the hard part, now it was time to go on my first mission. As my first mission I wanted to choose something that would make a statement. Something that couldn't be mistaken as someone else's doing. The main problem I faced was knowledge. I had no idea where to begin. I guessed if I were to just suit up and go looking I should find a mobster or two. I roamed the rooftops of the city for hours. It seemed as if the mob didn't exist. Then I came across a Diner named Luigi's, apparently Mr. Luigi had forgotten to pay Black Mask his rent this month. So Black Mask sent three cars full of mobsters after him. It made me sick to my stomach to see those men coming to torture and kill this innocent, frightened old man. My rage took control and I fired an arrow through the heart of the first man. Gunshots roared through the sky. I looked and counted nine men including their deceased friend. I screamed "Time for all you sorry son of bitches to go to hell"! With that I launched my spear at one man. It found its mark and went clean through his sternum he screamed in pain as he bled to death. The spear was still holding his lifeless corpse in the standing position. Two down seven more to kill; I fired my bow through three other men's hearts. Now that there was only four men left it was time for some fun. Drawing my tomahawks from my belt I leaped down and sunk one into a mobster's forehead. Only three left and they were running away! I threw my buck knife into the back of one man's throat. Quickly I threw my tomahawk into the back of the other man's head, and fired an arrow into the calf of the last man. He would be my witness. He had to suffer.