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Chapter 2 Homework

5 years later Gotham City 7:34 pm

It's a dark night in Gotham City. Around this area there are either grimy homeless guys drinking alcohol or some what important gangsters making their way to abandon buildings to have meetings.A boy about fifteen years old walks down to the most seediest bar beneath a apartment. Inside was a bar to the right and several pool tables to the left. The ceiling was a grey color filled with smoke and the floor sticky from spilled trash cans outside smell better than most of the customers.

Lot's of people stared at him wondering why a teen is doing in one of the ghettoes of a criminal infested city. Most don't know that that boy is packing one katana, three daggers, several poisonous darts, several small bombs, and two revolvers.

In-fact, one unfortunate mugger with a pistol is now unconscious in a dumpsters because he picked to mug the one kid that was a deadly fighter. It's helps if that kid has been skilled in fighting since he could walk.

It's called the Fight Pool, a place to shoot pool and get drunk. This boy was actually very familiar with it. He appeared very strange even for a place that employs a man with only six fingers and one eye. He had dirty jeans and worn out boots, a large jacket and a hoodie he keeps on because of his hair.

He always found it weird that his hair was greener than his eyes. He liked it, but hid it here so that someone wouldn't say, "It's a little late(or early) for Saint Patrick's day." or, "I didn't know leprechauns were real."


Jack POW

Yeah, if ever time some one makes a joke at my hair or age at the Fight Pool and I get a dollar I wouldn't have to live on the streets or ask to get measly jobs from Vincent. You see, The Fight Pool has a different purpose, you get bounty hunting or assassinating jobs.

Some of the lesser mob bosses, people who want revenge, and even a few rogue policemen can ask two-bit hunters and mercenaries to do little, violent jobs, Vincent is the guy who really owns the place and distributes the money and jobs.

Ever since I have destroyed the labs I promised not to kill anyone at all. I would probably even go vegetarian if I didn't need to eat what ever I could get, so I couldn't get picky.

Anyway, to get to Vincent you had to go to that guy with the six fingers and one eye, his name is Ike. He sits at the end of the bar table, always at that spot so that "members" could get to him. Anyway, the password is 'smoke on the water'. So that's what I said, and he lead me into the storage room.

It's behind a saloon shaped door that has a bigger population of rats that people in that little room. He left to go back to the bar, " You know the way kid." I pushed a stack of boxes, behind is a narrow way and I could hear people. This place used to hold fight clubs(hence the name), but now the ring is used as a podium so that Vincent can assign jobs. There is only one big room with scattered chairs and two buzzing florescent lights above.

Not many people were here today, I heard that some of the powered criminals or Batman have started to crack down on this place. Vincent was sitting at his own couch with a few tough looking guys. I knew them and they knew me so we relaxed, I have been coming to him for four years now.

He used to be one of the fighters in the ring, but not as fit anymore. He had a thin black mustache and wavy black hair, he might look intimidating but buy him a drink and he is your best friend.

He lit a cigarette and said, "Hmm, I thought you would never come."

I shrugged, "The Bat was on the roofs too, it wasn't that hard to hide from him. So do you have a job for me?"

"Yes, a guy who ratted out this mobster hiding in some dumb place called Happy Harbor."

"Wait. There is a real place called Happy Harbor? Excuse me while I vomit kitten and rainbows."

"What ever gets you through the night, it's on Rhode Island and this is a picture of the guy. When you get him, bring him to Bondar Street in New York at nine o'clock in two weeks."

"What? I only have twenty bucks, I can't just dragged a man to New York from a state more than a hundred miles with no money, can't you just pay me now?"

He putted out his cigarette on a ash tray, "Last time I did that I had to send my men to get you to complete the job, you were about to skip town ya little rat." Ah, such a nice friend I had, I thought sarcastically. I remembered that, it was the first time I tried to get money from him. I was ten and that was three months after I destroyed and escaped the labs.

"Just remember, if it weren't for me you'd be in Child Services or dead on the street, and I can't have that, your my best customer."

"What's the pay?" The average job is a thousand dollars, more or less. I really didn't feel like chatting now.

"Six hundred and fifty."

"What? That's robbery, I'll do it for 1000"

"700"

"850"

"750"

"850"

"Fine, eight hundred fifty, man I hate you kid."

"Right back a'tach Vinny", I retorted. I got the photo and information on the table. I was thinking how I was going to get to Happy Harbor with twenty bucks and looking like a street bum, which I am. Before I left I said, "Why did the price of bounty hunting become so low?"

"You know the Joker, right? Well he killed most of my best customers and the bar has not been doing so well. I can't afford to pay that much." He then started to talk to the person behind me for a job too.

I went up the stairs and into the storage room then bar. I was making my way to the highway so that I can hitch-hike. I had a long way to go, I have to go on the other side of the city to get at lest out of Gotham. I really need to get out of this city if the Joker was here, didn't even now he is in the city, probably escaped Arkham. I don't need them to know I'm alive.

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Author's Note: The Fight Pool and Vincent is just something I made up

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