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/…..Wayne manor…/

"Oh my, the storm seems to have gotten much worse tonight. Master Bruce, I truly hope you are alright." Thought Alfred, as he looked towards Gotham from the window.

The main door opened slowly, Alfred heard it, and started to walk towards it, until he heard a faint call.

"Alfred."

Realizing it was Bruce, Alfred brought forth his calm composure as he started to say, "Master Bruce I was starting to…." Alfred was left speechless, when Bruce came into the clearer light with his mask pulled back, showing his face which were covered with bruises, and blood pouring from his left side of his ribs, as he tried to keep putting pressure on it with his hand.

Alfred quickly ran towards Bruce, holding him steady, as he started to make diagnoses on his injuries. Having experience in medicine, he could tell that none of these injuries were life threatening, but Bruce was still losing blood fast. As Alfred was trying to take Bruce to a table, he kept telling him to, "Hold on, Stay awake, you're losing too much blood, Master Bruce."

But it was in vain as Bruce already had drifted to unconsciousness, but not without having a glimpse of what happened just 15 minutes ago

/…Gotham City…/

"I don't have money for this week's due; just give me a few more days Carlos. Screamed the man, as Carlos was beat him.

"I had enough of your bullshit, pay t up, or there's a bullet going through your head, not gonna ask again." Said Carlos, as he brought his gun towards the scared man's head.

The man whimpered

"Please I beg you, just little more time."

"Not the answer I was looking for", said Carlos as he cocked the gun

Just when was about to pull the trigger, he was suddenly punched to the face from an unknown direction. Carlos fell to the ground. The Scared man quickly ran away, seeing as his life was just spared.

After a momentarily drifting, Carlos got up and looked towards the source of the punch. There stood a figure in a black jacket and jeans, and his face hidden behind a black mask, showing only his eyes.

"Who the hell…" Said Carlos angrily as he pointed the gun towards the man, but with speed masked man quickly redirected the gun away from himself, and with a quick elbow to ribs, and a quick leg swipe, Carlos was thrown down. His gun being flunged away, Carlos asked painfully, "What the hell do you want?"

"JOE CHILL..where is he?" Asked the masked man angrily.

"Who….oof." As a punch was thrown right to Carlos's face.

"I won't ask again." Threatened the man

"Haven't you read the papers, He's been dead for years." said Carlos with a pained cough

"Not the answer I was looking for", as the masked man punched him again

Recovering rather quickly, Carlos shouted, "You think I'm scared, I've gotten the beat up before, I aint scared of some street punk in a mask, just cause he knows how to punch."

Suddenly a shot was hear from behind, the masked man instinctively rolled away, and saw two men running towards them with guns. The masked man then took off running while two guys keep shooting him from behind

"Boss you alright." Asked one of the men.

"Get him." Shouted Carlos angrily, as he was slowly getting up.

The masked man was running as fast as it could, but since his bike parked the opposite way, he had to think of another plan survive. Thankfully the rain was slowing down the two men behind him, and also ruining their shots.

The masked man suddenly noticed a fire escape, and thought it would be better to get to higher ground. He leaped over the dumpster to grab hold of the ladder, and started climbing up. Even though the climbing up swiftly, the two men were still hot on his trail, climbing up to reach him. As soon as the two men reached the top, the masked man was nowhere in sight. They thought of splitting up to find him.

The one to the left was slowly walking to the door to the stairs, finding it locked; he started to turn around, when he suddenly was attacked from the top of the door. With precision and speed, the masked man quickly got him in an armbar, and without hesitation swiftly added pressure to it. The man screamed as he dropped his gun. The other one ran towards the direction of the scream, shouting, "Tony, Tony you oka…" He finds him unconscious, and so runs towards him, "hey, hey buddy c'mon, wake up." While frantically trying to wake his friend up, he didn't notice the swift arm wrapping around his neck, as masked man quickly choked him. Within 10 seconds, the man was unconscious; wasting no time, the masked man quickly ran towards the direction of his bike.

Jumping from rooftops, he quickly reached the backstreet, where his bike was parked. As he was climbing down, he suddenly heard a loud bang, and felt immense pain in his ribs, as he fell down literally 3 stories down. By landing on the dumpster, he somewhat cushioned his fall to a bearable degree. As he started to get up, he finally saw the origin of his pain, as there stood Carlos with his gun pointed right at him.

"What you thought you were just gonna get away, just like that. You broke three of my teeth, I am gonna make sure to break three of yours before I kill ya." As he started walking towards him, masked man felt something in his back pocket suddenly remembering the object, he realized his only chance of escape as he quickly grabbed the boomerang from his back, and flung it at Carlos. Hitting his hand, right on the mark, Carlos dropped his gun in pain. Taking the momentary shock as a distraction to escape, masked man quickly got on his bike, and drove away.

/…..Wayne Manor…/

Suddenly Bruce woke up in sharp pain, in a bed.

"Sir please don't move so quickly, the stitches will rip." Said Alfred as he started to pick up a glass of water mixed with aspirin.

While holding his hand to is head, Bruce said lightly "my head…"

"Here drink this, it will help soothe the pain." Says Alfred while giving Bruce the glass.

"What time is it." Asks Bruce while he finishes drinking the water.

"It's 2 O'clock in the afternoon, sir" Replies Alfred, while taking the glass from him.

"Hmm must have over slept, so how bad was it?" Asked Bruce while lightly touching his bandages.

"I had to give you 8 stiches across you ribs from where the bullet grazed you, your right leg is sprained, coupled with your left shoulder being dislocated, …oh you also might have minor concussion and bruises everywhere."

"Huh, not that bad…thought it was something major."

Alfred was in no mood for joking as he says angrily, "I am sorry Master Wayne, but enough with this foolishness. This personal vendetta against a dead man will kill you. You can't take on the underworld, by yourself, you are just one man"

Bruce quietly shifted out of the bed, and looked at Alfred with cold eyes, "He's not dead. I will find him Alfred, this time won't get away, and he will pay for what he did…I will make sure of it."

Knowing no way to convince Bruce out of this suicide mission, Alfred just shook his head grimly, and helped Bruce stand up. Noting the wounds, Alfred couldn't help but say, "Well at least you should take some protection with you, sir, just having a leather jacket, and a mask is not enough to protect you from guns. And fighting mob bosses and thugs with your bare hands will not suffice either."

Bruce started limping towards the bathroom, and replied, "I know, but body armor is too constricting. It makes me too slow, I wouldn't be able to take on more than 2 men, especially if they have guns, and speed is the only thing that makes me stand a chance. I need to find something which will be light so it doesn't factor out my speed, but also strong enough to give me some protection. As for weapons…" Bruce chuckled and looked back at Alfred, "your boomerang was quite good, and has given me some ideas…"

Bruce suddenly realized what he had lost, and looked at Alfred guiltily, "oh I'm sorry Alfred, I just got it from you last night and I just threw it away, I could nt get it back when I threw it, the guy had the gun and…."

Alfred interrupted him, "Sir all I care about is that your safety, I can make another one of those any day, but not you, sir."

Bruce smiled while looking around his bandages, and said, "Well you sure did a good job fixing me up right now."

Alfred brought back his stern look, and crossed his arms, "Oh no Master Wayne, don't think just because you can flatter me with such words, that I will let you go out again, you are still underage, and I am still you guardian, so there will be no crusade of yours, until you heal, and it is not up for discussion."

"I know, I don't think I would able to go even if wanted too, I am still too weak Alfred, even with all my training," Bruce angrily punched the bathroom door, causing the wood to splinter, "I just got beat by some punks with guns."

Alfred quickly walked over, and checked his hand, "Please sir don't beat yourself up over it, not everyone is capable of fighting of armed assailants, with only their bare hands. But if it was truly this grim, why didn't you use it, sir. From what you have described about your ability. It should have been enough to deal with all of them quite easily,"

Bruce went inside to look himself in the mirror, his face had some bruises, and he looked quite hurt. "I can't seem to be able to use it in combat; too much movement disrupts it for some reason. Even with all of that practice I did with it, it still isn't stable, using it in a fight would probably get me killed."

He started washing his face, after saying, "What's the point of such a power, if I can't use it in my battles."

"Well perhaps sir, this is something that even you need some help with."

Bruce chuckled, while wiping his face with the towel and replied, "And who do you think would be able to help me, Alfred."

Before Alfred could reply, the doorbell was rung. Alfred looked up at Bruce, and said, "I will be with you shortly, sir" and walked away.

Bruce just went back to cleaning his wounds. But he could hear Alfred open the door, and asking, "How may I help you sir."

A reply came in a calm tone, saying, "We would like to meet with Bruce Wayne."

He heard Alfred saying, "And who might you be, sir."

Bruce's curiosity overtook him, as he listened intently to the identity of this person, till he heard.

"Charles Xavier."

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