Flipside
Shadows
Dick Grayson, previously of the Flying Graysons, was now an orphan living on the streets. He had just murdered the man who killed his parents in cold blood. He felt numb.
In the dark of the night, two very different, yet strangely similar men were searching for the young boy. Both wanted to save him from the streets. One wished to help him through his pain, the other wanted him as his own.
Dick was living in a small cardboard box he had found. If he curled up tightly, he just fit. It kept him off the filthy ground, and for that, he was thankful. He had only the clothes on his back, a spandex suit made for daredevil stunts, not the harsh elements. In the night he cried silently, wishing his parents would come back. But he never regretted killing Zucco.
It had been a week since the night the boy's parents died. He was alone in the city of Gotham. That meant if he wasn't found soon, the most logical place to start looking was the dumpsters. The two men searched, not aware of each other.
A dark shadow loomed over the small boy's box. Dick looked up with wide, scared eyes. He had clearly been crying.
"Hello, Richard."
"Who- who are you?" Dick asked, frightened.
"A friend. I want to help you."
"Help me? How?"
"Give you a place to live, food, and a family."
Dick started crying again. "My family's dead!"
"I know, and that's a shame. But you're not alone, Richard. There are others like you."
"Really? Where?"
"In the Shadows."
Dick looked confused. "Shadows don't have feelings or memories."
"Exactly. We can take away your pain, and let you become what you truly wish to be."
Dick took the strange man's hand and walked off with him, not sure what else he could do.
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The other man arrived at the scene and cursed as he saw a small box with a poster of the Flying Grayson's in it. He was too late. Batman frowned and decided to go beat p some thugs. He had been too late to save this boy. It wouldn't happen again.
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Ra's Al Ghul smiled as he entered the League of Shadow's private jet with the young boy. He would be the perfect recruit, and hopefully would keep their plans running perfectly. Gotham's time had come, and the Shadow's would be there to help if fall.
I know, it's been a long wait for a short chapter, but I promise the next one will be longer. I'm fighting writers block, but I have some spare time, so I'm hoping to post stuff more often. Keep a lookout and don't be afraid to bother me if you think I'm taking too long.
Have an epochal day!
Shadow