Chapter 7
Not much happened in the days following the news about the deaths of the University Dean and the regents. The campus had decided to cancel classes for the remainder of the week which allowed me to get in a little bit more training than usual on Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday. I had managed to train up my skills a little bit more while also leveling up and studying in the library. For the most part, my routine had remained the same with the only change being that yesterday, Jaina had told me that everything was set up and had given me access to the private offshore account she had created.
Accounts
Deposit Accounts: $8,615
Savings: $7,000
Checking: $1,615
Offshore Account: $12,875
Total: $21,490
Now I didn't have to worry about getting arrested or something for having money I shouldn't have. I did wonder, however, if using my ID to make money was illegal.
Where did the money come from anyway?
I felt that it was better not to know, so I dismissed those thoughts and continued with my inner monologue.
These few days hadn't been enough time for Tracey to glean enough information about the ringleader of the Loan Shark business that had screwed with my crappy home. The good news, however, was that Tracey was well regarded in Penguin's criminal empire and well trusted, so she had the freedom to go places without any suspicion being placed on her. This all translated to: She could have sex with me anytime since she had the freedom to move.
You can bet your children that she did.
While training in the ID these last few days, I had mainly just focused on practicing my skills as much as possible on the zombies. Due to my poor mana capacity, I had to constantly practice my meditation skill to replenish myself fast enough for me to continuously kill zombies. It was, however, helpful to me and due to my [Undead Slayer] title, killing zombies became easier. The downside of this was that I didn't get to practice my skills as often since they collapsed from only a couple attacks, so there were times I took the title off to get a little bit more experience. All of this progress, however, paled in comparison to the greatest reward I had gotten a couple of days ago.
ID: Create (Active) Lvl 2 [12.50%]: Used to create instant dungeons. Instant dungeons are 'mirrors' of the real world that you can travel and train. Since they are mirrors of the actual world when you exit the ID, you'll find yourself in the same area you were at in the ID. Stronger instant dungeons may be created at higher levels.
Available Instant Dungeons:
-Empty ID [Monsters: None]
-Zombie ID [Monsters: Zombies]
-Cost: 200 MP
(WARNING: Cannot be activated in battle)
Can be used: 2x per day
I could now finally use my ID skills twice per day which meant that I could save an extra use for emergencies while still having one that I could use for my training. I wondered when I would get any more dungeons added to my list or even if I would, but I figured that wouldn't matter until it happened.
Aside from that, most of my time had been spent in the library to amass some more knowledge. Barbara hadn't been there the past few days, however, which had slightly concerned me so I had called her, eventually finding out that she decided to stay home to support her dad who had been stressing from the case. It made sense though, after all, the entire case was odd, to begin with mainly because they had all died on the same day. The fact that they hadn't found any leads or clues meant that the killer had done a good job of covering his tracks.
"What about that teacher of yours? What was his name again? Joseph Crow?" I asked the redhead woman across from me. It was currently Saturday and Barbara had texted me saying that she was heading to the library just to let me know that she was there if I decided to come by. Of course, since it was the weekend and I didn't have anything to do except for train and study, I had obliged and made my way over. After our usual bout of chess, I decided to probe a little bit to see how much headway the police had made in these last few days, and who better to ask than the daughter of the police chief?
"You mean Jonathan Crane?" She asked looking at me in amusement before shaking her head, "I had already told my dad about the guy, his messed up teaching methods and the fact that the Dean and Board members had already suspended him before and were even thinking about expelling him."
"And?" I asked in interest.
The woman sighed, "While he does have a motive, the problem is that he has a perfect alibi during the expected time of the murder."
"Wait, but didn't it take place in the middle of the night? Where could he possibly have been that he would have an alibi at that time of day?"
"Supposedly, he was touring a Haunted house, one of the ones that open up past midnight," Barbara replied simply.
My face slightly twitched, "Right, because that's what a completely normal and sane individual would be doing at noon."
Barbara shrugged helplessly, "Normal or not doesn't mean anything in the face of evidence. It's suspicious, yes, but the police can't do anything until they have some form of evidence linking him to the murders which they don't have. That's not even mentioning the fact that the murders occurred in all of their homes at around the same time, so unless Crane can duplicate himself somehow, it's a bust."
"...You know this world has flying aliens and half-naked women with invisible jets?"
She rolled her eyes, "Funny, but his medical record is clean, no traces of anything odd in his DNA."
I whistled in appreciation, "Your dad is thorough."
"He's lived in this world long enough to make sure that these things are checked out as well. Unfortunately, it doesn't help when nothing pops up." She finished tiredly.
We lapsed into silence for a moment before I asked, "Hired a hitman?"
"It is possible, but unless he hired a hitman that could duplicate himself or 4 hitmen who have the same murder M.O., we're still on square one."
I knit my brows, "How did they die anyway?"
Barbara looked into my eyes before responding," A poison of some sort, most likely a gaseous substance since trace amounts of it were found in all the victim's lungs. Why do you even want to know all of this anyway?"
"Just trying to help brainstorm," I said simply. "I'm not sure I feel any more safe than usual with a murderer on the loose that's targeting people from the school I go to."
She looked at me searchingly before sighing, I think she had been doing that a lot lately, "Don't worry too much about it Will, I'm sure you will be fine. Just leave all the work to my dad and his partners and I'm sure that they'll turn something up eventually, no need to stress yourself out."
I nodded but of course, my mind was thinking differently. It was difficult to know whether or not the Regents killed were the same ones who had decided to fire Crane, after all, the Board of Regents was made of about 8 or so people. Who knew which ones decided to lay off the Professor?
Sure the police could ask the remaining ones, but that wouldn't change the fact that there wasn't any evidence ousting that messed up Psychology teacher. Furthermore, any evidence the police found would not be helping me complete my quest and I didn't want to ask Barbara too many questions about the case, she was probably suspicious enough.
Honestly, the only reason I thought it was that Professor was simply because I had absolutely no other leads to go on in response to their murders and I wasn't a detective so trying to dig up information about the victims would not work out. That's not even mentioning the legality of the issue of interfering with a police case; I couldn't just go beat up random suspects, so I would just focus on the one closest to me. I also didn't believe that I would be given a quest with zero chance of completing it.
From what Barbara had told me about that guy, the psychology professor had a lot of issues in the head. While that may not be enough evidence to convict him, it was enough evidence to convince me that he probably had something to do with this. To be honest, the worst-case scenario is that he was innocent all along and I had been chasing shadows, after all, I didn't plan on making a move until I knew with about 80% certainty that my target was at fault.
If it still turned out that I was wrong, then I would just have to make sure my identity wasn't leaked. I didn't necessarily care if someone like Robin saw my face, after all, I was a single individual in a crowd of many who didn't stand out…except for my abilities. I didn't doubt he could find me if he wanted to, but as long as I stayed quiet and didn't use any of the abilities he had seen me use, I don't think he would bother. However, this entire thought process led me down to a single, dark, inescapable path…
"I might need a costume…"
Or not! Maybe I could just wear a mask? No, but I would have to make sure that my whole body is covered. I'm not sure how many black people in Gotham had mystical abilities, but I wasn't going to jinx anything by leaving my skin visible. And then there was my voice, but there was not much I could do about that other than improvise.
Honestly, I felt that I was being paranoid, but you never know who could be watching because if Big Brother had its eyes out, then it would be prudent to err on the side of caution.
"I think I've been reading about too many conspiracy theories…"
"…Will."
I snapped myself from my thoughts and found Barbara staring at me suspiciously. "You've been zoned out for a while, what exactly is going on through your head?"
"Nothing."
She narrowed her eyes, "and I get the uneasy feeling that you are thinking of doing something incredibly stupid."
I scoffed, "Please, I'm almost as smart as….you." I trailed off at the end.
Name: Barbara Joan Gordon
Title: Prodigious Intellectual
Race: Human
Level: Lvl 30
HP: 1,500/1,500
SP: 1,450/1,450
STR: 28
VIT: 30
DEX: 30
INT: 65
WIS: 35
CHA: 46
LUCK: 10
Name: William Meyers
Title: [Undead Slayer]
Race: Homo Magi (Incubus)
Level: Lvl 29 Next Level: 3,275/46,500
HP: 1076/1076 Regen: (15.77) per Minute
MP: 1633/1633 Regen: (22.37) per Minute
STR: 32
VIT: 35
DEX: 27
INT: 55.4
WIS: 51
CHA: 60
LUCK: 5
Stat Points: 170
USD: $21,490
"Her level and intelligence increased that much in just a week? Just what was she studying…"
That being said, I really should get to using up these stat points...eventually. I liked the feeling of amassing wealth and spending a crap ton of it all at once. It helped that I had a steady supply of stat points in the form of women.
"Forget I said anything." For those words never came out of my mouth. I then continued, "Point is that there is absolutely nothing you have to worry about from me." I said, reclining into the chair.
"Why doesn't that fill me with certainty?"
"It's your overactive imagination."
She paused and looked at me, "I get the feeling that you wouldn't listen to me even if I told you not to do something."
I swear we had this conversation before.
"But regardless...don't do anything to endanger your life. Please."
I looked at her for a moment before nodding, "I can promise you that I won't try to kill myself, I'm too young and handsome to die yet."
Speaking of which, I had gotten along to take a good look at myself in the mirror and needless to say, I was impressed. I had an almost perfect build, well-defined muscles, amazing posture, a streamlined body, and I had even grown a few inches, standing at 6 feet.
Yeah, I was jacking myself off, but it was warranted masturbation.
That being said, it was odd that I never really got comments about it from Barbara at least. The other women were already completely enthralled by me so it wouldn't surprise me if they didn't notice me growing a second dick or something. To be honest I hoped that I didn't grow any taller than this and I also hoped my muscles didn't get disgustingly large either.
Barbara snickered, "I have no idea where your confidence…comes…from…" she trailed off as I gave her my most charming smile that my 60 CHA would allow and combined with my almost flawless face…
"Forget I said anything." She replied with a sigh before looking at me sharply, "But seriously-"
"Don't worry." I started, cutting her off, "I'm not going to do anything that will endanger my life."
The redhead looked in my eyes searchingly before sighing again and leaning back into her chair.
I went back to my work, my hand flying across the notebook as some ideas came to mind. Every now and again I would pause and scrunch my brows in thought before crossing out what I wrote and trying again. I was thinking about new techniques or applications of magic that I could use, but some of my wilder idea's didn't really seem feasible nor were they necessarily safe to experiment with.
I highly doubted trying to magically cause a nuclear fission or fusion reaction would end well with me. I don't even know how I would even begin to undertake such a thing.
That being said, at least my mind was stimulated to try to think a little more outside the confines of the "physical" and more into the "metaphysical".
A moment of silence formed between Barbara and me, the only sound audible being that of the ticking clock in the background. It was only after a long while that I kind of felt something and I looked up to see Barabara glancing at me speculatively.
I blinked. "Can I help you?"
She quickly blinked, seemingly a little absent-minded, before she replied. "No...Well maybe." She tapped her finger on the table and furtively glanced at my face before she stopped fidgeting. "Do you have any plans tomorrow?"
Well well…
My brows couldn't help but jump in interest as I smirked, mildly amused. "I can't say that I had anything planned for certain. I'm curious why you want to know about my day to day affairs though?"
"Don't pretend." She said with an adorable scowl. "You know exactly what I'm going to ask you next."
I sighed helplessly. "I honestly have no idea what you could want to ask. To be honest, I have a very difficult time communicating with women in general and I find them difficult to approach, let alone understand." I flashed her a smile "You'll need to spell it out for me."
She lightly bit her lip before asking. "Tomorrow a friend of mine is coming over to perform a magic act. She is great at what she does and she invited me over to watch her on stage so I figured I would ask if you wanted to go with me."
I blinked at the proposal.
I wondered if her friend knew actual magic or if it was just some cheap parlor tricks.
That being said, I stared at her for a few moments, taking small bits of pleasure as I watched her body language become increasingly anxious until the point where she couldn't hold back anymore.
"Well?" She asked, sounding a bit worried.
Figuring that I shouldn't torment this innocent individual anymore, I simply shrugged, "Sure."
She froze, "Wait that's it?" She asked, somewhat annoyed, "Why did you take so long to reply then?"
"It got you riled up didn't it?"
Her eyes widened, "You're so…Ugh!" She exclaimed in mild frustration, though I could tell that most of it weren't truly genuine.
I chuckled a bit at her expense before asking. "Where should we meet up? And at what time?"
She looked at me angrily though I knew she was faking it. "My house, I'll text you the address…meet me at 4:30 if that works for you."
"That works perfectly," I said as I flashed her a grin. "You know, I'm not sure it's healthy to scowl so much. It ruins such a beautiful face." I stated in amusement.
She just gave me a hard look.
I put on a thoughtful expression before I grinned, "I think I know how to get rid of it though."
Barbara slightly perked before she beamed, "You're right, beating you in chess always makes me feel better."
"…Why do you always assume you'll beat me?" I asked with a strained smile.
She flipped her hair and looked at me in amusement, "Because you haven't beaten me yet. Now stop stalling and get out your phone, beating you in chess is just what the doctor ordered."
"I think you need to get a new doctor…"
"Ohh be quiet."
-DC: Gamer-
"What to do…" I thought as I walked through the streets of Gotham. Gordon and I played a couple of rounds of chess before resuming our usual study schedule. After a couple of hours, I parted ways with her, bidding her goodbye. Since today was Saturday, I didn't have work so pretty much, the day was all mine to do with it how I saw fit.
Maybe I could get a head start on my quest? That was truly the only reason I was so adamant about stalking Crow or Crane or whatever, he was the only lead I had. But I still did need not only information about where the guy lived but also *shudders* a costume. Where did all those superheroes get their costumes anyway? Was there like some super tailor that made them the suits or did it automatically come with the job?
Well regardless, a costume would be useless if I didn't actually need to use it and I would only need to use it if I had to protect my identity when I was doing something not strictly legal, like stalking Joseph or Jonathan or whatever. The only issue was that I didn't know anything about the man such as the important fact about where he lived, so I would have to locate him.
"Good thing I know a girl…" and with that thought, I took out my phone and called Tracey. She worked for one of the largest crime bosses in Gotham, so I did not doubt that she could get information as long as she tried to look.
"William? I didn't expect you to call. What's going on?"
"Hello beautiful, you know how it is, same old, same old. How's my lovely blond doing this fine afternoon?"
"…alright what do you want?"
I paused. "I didn't even say I wanted anything…yet."
I could almost feel her eye roll on the other side of the phone, "You didn't have to, I could tell from your tone and your cheesy opener."
"Can't a guy just want to check up on a girl?"
"In the last three days, whenever you have called to check up on me, which is very sweet of you to do, by the way, you always start by asking if I'm safe. Since you already called me earlier today, I'm assuming you need something."
I smiled while holding the phone, "I'm sorry to dump this on top of you, but I do need your help locating someone. I hope that Penguin doesn't screw you over if he finds out you're helping me."
I could hear her chuckle behind the phone before she replied, "You're a sweet kid, but don't worry about me. The only thing that I've done that might be considered betrayal would be sleeping with you, but truthfully the man has had time for neither me nor the skanks he keeps around him. Anyways who do you need information on?"
"Jacob Craw, wait no, Jonathan Crane. He's a psychology professor at Gotham University…or was."
"Hmm, the name doesn't sound familiar so I suppose he isn't someone deep in the underworld, but I'll see what I can get for you either way. It's easier to dig up information about regular people anyway, but what exactly do you need his information for? If you don't mind me asking."
I scratched the side of my face as I replied, "To be honest, I suspect him of murder and I want to confirm if my hunch is correct. If not then there's not much I can do."
"Can I ask why you care?"
"It will benefit me in some way, though I can't explain to you how."
"Well, we all have our secrets. Give me a day and I should have something for you."
Air was exhaled from my lungs as I lightly sighed, "Really Tracey, I have no idea how I would go about this if I didn't have you. How can I repay you?"
"Well…give me a little more of your time in bed and I think we can work something out."
I smiled despite myself, "Now I feel like I'm the one getting rewarded."
"What can I say? I prefer you to repay me by doing something we both enjoy."
My body stopped moving for a moment before I took a deep breath, "When I come over today, be aware that I may be unable to hold myself back from fucking you unconscious the moment I see you."
"Ohh? Such bold words, I can't wait to have you back them up. Regardless, I'll see you later today so in the meantime keep yourself safe and try not to do anything stupid."
"You're not the first person to tell me that." I said rolling my eyes, "but don't worry I'll be fine, after all, I wouldn't want to miss our night."
"And neither would I. I'll see you later." And with that, we hung up.
I would eventually get information on the man, so now I had to focus on my disguise...
"A hoodie, gloves and a mask…yep all set."
Now with my costume complete, I needed to figure out how to spend my Saturday…hmmm…My mind went through a few things before one of them stuck. I quickly looked through my inventory and found what I was looking for: A kunai with a note attached to it.
"Talia Al Ghul…" I thought while twirling the knife. The woman was incredibly beautiful and 100% a Milf, but she was just as deadly if her leading an assassin organization was anything to go by. Too bad my need for training and Incubus blood trumped my logic, so after quickly reading the address presented on the slip of paper, I decided to make my way towards it.
I had no idea what the leader of a group of assassins was doing opening up a Dojo and I had a feeling that going there was one of those "stupid" things that Barbara and Tracey had been warning me against doing, but YOLO. With a few turns and shortcuts, I eventually arrived at the address.
The dojo was small, but seemed to be newly refurbished and was located in the 'decent' part of town which made it pretty inconspicuous. I looked around and scratched my head as I wondered if I should knock or something, after all, the building had like small panel windows and a wooden door but nothing else.
"Oh well, you only live once." And with that, I moved to open the door. Surprisingly it was unlocked and it made me wonder if they were worried about security in this place…until I remembered that it was run by assassins. That also explained the moderate pinging of my danger sense that had been going off when I had been coming towards here.
"I'm coming in…" I intoned as I made my promise true. The interior of the building was pretty simple in design: just wood floorboards and a bunch of mats. There were also a variety of weapons lined up on one side of the wall and I couldn't tell if they were real or fake.
"Most likely real though…" I thought before turning my gaze and scanning the room since there seemed to be no one here even though I could still feel my danger sense pinging. It was then that as I walked around I noticed that there was a door that had been hidden from view on the front left corner of the room with a meter long path leading towards it. I hadn't noticed it before simply due to my angle in correlation with it earlier.
As I was about to approach it, I heard footsteps coming up from below and the sounds of 2 individuals as well, both of whom sounded familiar.
"Mother, I'm glad that you have decided to lend your aid in protecting Father's city, but you should be more cautious in your actions. The recent breakout at Arkham, orchestrated by Bane, has allowed all the worst to be brought back in this city and even he is now back in the streets."
"Your worries are well-founded my son, but unneeded. You should not forget who I am nor who you are. Now come, we have a guest to attend to."
"A guest?"
"That's me, but how did she even know…and that other voice…" I wasn't surprised to hear Talia's voice among the two, after all, she was the one who invited me here. What I was surprised about was the second voice because I knew I had heard it before and quite recently in fact.
"No way is that…"
I stepped back away from the door as the footsteps came closer and in but a moment, it opened. Talia Al Ghul still looked like a MILF (And the fact that she had a son made that comment credible.) as she was wearing a white shirt that only reached above her belly button with tight-fitting brown pants. The shirt showed off her arms and a little bit of cleavage as well while the sleeves were only loosely attached to the rest of her shirt.
The surprising appearance was that of Robin himself who appeared right behind Talia, with him still being in his uniform.
"Wait, so Robin's mom is the leader of an Assassination Organization…at least that explains why he's so strong for his age."
His eyes widened in recognition, before he scowled, "You…! Why are you here?"
"Ohh don't be like that birdie, I thought we hit it off pretty well after our last excursion together. Aren't we like, tight buddies now?" I asked in amusement.
His eyes narrowed, "You aren't my buddy, you aren't my friend and you couldn't even be considered an acquaintance-"
"Ohh please." I started, rolling my eyes, "You left me to handle 40 odd armed and dangerous individuals while you played cat and mouse with the female condom, I'd say we are plenty acquainted."
Robin shrugged, "You survived, didn't you? And with only a few bruises."
"…I cracked a rib."
"And I've broken my bones as many times as you are old." He stated apathetically, before tilting his head, "…what's a condom?"
"What exactly are you teaching my son?" Talia asked in amusement and mock anger at the same time.
"You…" I shook my head, "How is it that you allow your kid to go around beating up gangsters and dangerous criminals, but you don't teach him about adult life." I made motions with my fingers as I asked
"I know how children are conceived." Robin interrupted, "I simply don't understand what a 'condom' has to do with it."
I returned my gaze to the woman who looked to be trying to laugh and keep a serious face at the same time. "You don't teach him about safe sex either?"
She looked at me ill humoredly, "If it bothers you so much, then why don't you teach him about it."
I opened my mouth, before pausing causing both of them to look at me curiously. "…I don't think I'm the most appropriate individual to teach him about safe sex." I'd never actually used a condom when I was making love to my women…oh dear, I hoped they had plan B...
Talia looked at me in interest before licking her lips while Robin just pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance, "Look, that's not important right now, what is important is what you are doing here."
"I got invited," I said pulling out the kunai. I could see Robin tense for a fraction of a second before he relaxed and examined the knife, no doubt noting the note attached to it.
He looked at it speculatively, probably unable to read the note from where he was standing, "By who?"
"That would be me," Talia spoke up, centralizing our attention on her. "I found him interesting, so I decided to extend my welcome."
Robin put on a thoughtful look before looking at me, "Now I remember, there's a lot of things that we have to talk about…what's your name again?"
"Just call me William or Will," I stated simply
He raised a brow, "You're very forthcoming with your information."
"And you would probably stalk me all the way home to find out if I didn't tell you, wouldn't you?"
Granted, I could always just vanish into my ID to throw anyone on my trail off, but that would only make him more suspicious.
"…I would have done no such thing."
"Very convincing." I stated before shaking my head, "There's nothing to talk about, I have some unique skills, to say the least, but it's not like I plan to do something stupid like rob a bank with them or anything. You won't have to worry about me making any trouble." "Anytime soon at least."
Those last words were left unsaid.
Robin narrowed his eyes, "We will see about that, but we aren't done here and I don't trust you."
I simply shrugged, "Then there's nothing more I can do right now to convince you. All I ask is that you and Batman don't…harass…me…" I paused as I just realized something and looked deeply at Robin before staring at Talia.
They both looked confused at my sudden change before Talia spoke up, "Is there anything wrong?"
I paused, looking at her, "Yeah…if you are the mom then-" I turned back towards Robin, "who is the dad?"
Talia raised a brow at the question while Damien looked at me, a frown on his face. "That's none of your concern."
However, my mind was elsewhere. From the expressions on their faces, I could assume that 'Dad' was still alive. If Robin was Batman's protege and Talia trusted Batman with her son enough to allow them to fight armed and dangerous men, then that meant that they had to be close and I mean very close.
Suddenly I was enlightened, "You know what? You are correct, I don't want to know." What the hell would I gain from knowing that anyway? Absolutely nothing I wanted to get myself involved in, that was for sure.
"My god, next time I should listen when someone tells me not to do something stupid. Why did I decide to come here again? Ohh yeah training and hormones…" I hadn't even been here 10 minutes and I already felt like I had entered something troublesome.
Talia suddenly asked a question, breaking Robin and I from our conversation, "I'm very interested in hearing the story about how you two met. What was that about facing a large group of armed individuals?"
Robin shrugged, "There's not much to say, Mother. My target was escaping so I used him as bait to draw the attention of the group. It was much more efficient than beating them first."
"Hey…"
"You said you wanted to help." Robin replied with a 'what do you want me to do?' shrug before continuing, "And so I allowed you to do so."
"By making me a scapegoat?"
"You never specified how you wanted to help, and I felt that since you were so confident in your skills, a few tens of armed assailants would be no issue for you."
My expression twitched.
"Anyways regardless." Robin continued, turning to face his mom, "I came here to check in and warn you Mother, so please be safe."
Talia smiled, "You worry too much." She replied ruffling his hair. "And tell him that I said 'Thank you.'"
Robin smiled before pushing her hand away. "And as for you-" Robin stated, turning to face me, "Don't do anything stupid or I'll have to come for you."
I sighed, "Yeah yeah, I understand. Don't you have something important to do? Didn't you say something about some Slade guy a few days ago?"
Robbin narrowed his eyes before turning away with a tsk "Just stay out of trouble."
And with that, he exited the premises.
There was a slight silence between just Talia and I before I broke the ice, "…So you're married huh?" I never said I was good at it.
Talia looked at me in amusement. "You sound disappointed?" She asked with mirth before shaking her head, "No, I am not. Our relationship didn't and probably will never work out, so we've moved on."
Interesting.
"So what now?" I asked.
What I didn't expect was for Talia to suddenly smile before walking up to me enticingly, and wrapping her arms around my neck. "You know I find it interesting that you can handle a group of armed thugs even when you have no discernible training." She stated, pressing her breasts up against my chest.
I gulped slightly, trying to keep my mind from wandering, "How do you know that I have no training?"
She smirked as she edged me towards a wall, "From your lack of stance and your form which is full of openings. You have a good posture, but your guard is always relaxed. From the way you walk and move, I can already tell that you've never trained in self-defense or any other form of combat which begs the question-" suddenly, my back was up against the wall, Talia pressing her soft body against mine and looking at me with a seductive smile. "How did you ever survive that encounter?"
My breath slightly increased in rate as I took in her amazing scent and the feel of her ample breasts pushed against me, "…I'm just that good."
The woman beamed at me before stroking my cheek with her finger, "Is that so? There are only a handful of scenarios I can think of that would allow someone under trained in combat to beat multiple fighters at once."
The woman raised her thigh against the wall and leaned into me, whispering into my ear with her soft voice, "You either took them apart from long-range, incapacitated them with a weapon before beating them, or you used area of effect attacks such as a grenade or some other kind of skill."
I could feel my member begin to rise at her performance and I couldn't help but wrap my arms around her waist, taking in the feel of her smooth soft skin, "I may not have any fighting experience…" I started, whispering into her ear, "But I have a lot of experience in certain areas of adult life." I subconsciously activated my Lustful Aura, intent on ravishing this MILF in my arms, however, before my wishes could be actualized.
My whole world turned upside down.
I suddenly found my back suddenly slammed into the floor causing the air to escape my lungs as I gasped slightly. The force of the landing had created a booming 'thud' to echo out in the small room and for a moment my eyes lost focus.
-50
[William Meyers]
HP: 1026/1076
"Ow..."
"I assume you came here not just to flirt but to train." Talia al Ghul stated, placing a heel at my throat, "And so this is lesson number 1: never let your enemy get too close, especially if they are more skilled. The only thing you will receive in that endeavor is a body bag for your corpse."
The dangerous assassin removed her heel from my neck and stepped back a couple of paces before regarding me seriously, "Now get up so that we can continue. I saw a lot of potential in you when I met you for the first time and I will not let you squander it."
I raised myself from the hardwood floor before looking at the woman disgruntledly, "I don't think I signed up for this."
"No, you didn't." Was all she said before she blitzed me at high speed.
My danger senses blared at me to take action, so I quickly raised my arms in front of me to tank the incoming attack. But it never came.
As soon as my danger sense stopped I put down my arms and looked ahead in trepidation, only to find there was no one there. My eyes widened as I felt an unholy premonition which was proven correct as my Detect Danger skill suddenly screamed at me.
I tried to twist my body away from the suspected attack, however, I was too slow to react and was rewarded with a vicious impact on my back. I swear something cracked as I flew forward, my body arching from the attack.
-50
[William Meyers]
HP: 976/1076
I groaned on the ground as I heard Talia speak, "Lesson number 2: In any fight, never lose sight of your opponent or your target. When you raised your guard, your arms were covering your line of sight. Any decent combatant will capitalize on that and in a life and death situation, you will be killed."
I sighed before standing up and getting into the best boxing stance I could…at least I think it was a decent enough stance. I made sure that my arms weren't blocking my line of sight and I Observed the woman. The last time I had tried this, I had been too low a level to glean any information, but with my level 25 Observe, I was now able to view people 45 levels above me which meant, I would be able to see something.
Name: Talia al Ghul
Title: League of Assassins Leader
Race: Human
Level: Lvl 50
HP: 3,750/3,750
SP: 3,750/3,750
STR: 75
VIT: 75
DEX: 100
INT: 75
WIS: 70
CHA: 95
LUCK: 10
Talia Al Ghul is the current leader of the League of assassins after her father passed away. Because of the damage, he caused with his methods of changing the world, she has decided to take a different approach to improve the world, starting by helping Gotham.
She finds you slightly amusing, attractive, interesting…and she's right behind you.
"Ohh fuck me."
"And for the final lesson of today…" Talia's voice sounded out behind me.
My body seized up as a terrifyingly foreboding feeling welled up inside me. I hurriedly tried to move out of the way.
But it was too late.
"Dodge."
-DC: Gamer-
"You've done well for your first day of training, I had no idea you could keep going for 2 hours straight. I knew there was something special in you."
I took in deep breaths in exhaustion before answering her, "And, what would that be? My ability to run and dodge?"
I saw her shake her head with a smile before replying, "No, your perseverance, adaptability, and speed of improvement. In the first hour, I trained your reactions and your awareness both of which you improved upon faster than anyone I have seen in a long time." She paused, letting me take in her information, before continuing,
"But your improvements in Hand-to-hand combat in the second hour…" the assassin shook her head before regarding me with a sigh, "To be honest, I've never seen anyone improve so rapidly in their combat skills in a single day, so to say I'm surprised would be an understatement. I can truthfully say that I'm glad you allowed me to train you."
I sat up from my laid down position on the ground while regarding her, "Despite your methods, you're a good teacher. I don't think I would have learned as quickly if you weren't."
"The merit goes both ways." She started, shaking her head, "You have a talent for fighting William."
I strained a smile, "Thank you…" and it was then that I remembered something. "You know, you've never told me your name. What should I call you?" I knew her name from her status, but there hadn't been a time where anyone had outright stated it.
Talia lit up with a graceful smile. "My name is Talia Al Ghul, daughter of the demon, Ra's Al Ghul, but you may refer to me by my given name 'Talia'. However-" she looked at me strictly, "While we are training, you will refer to me as 'Sensei'."
"Sensei?" I asked curiously
"It means 'teacher' in Japanese." Was her reply. "Now then, we should prepare a training schedule for you to not let your talent go to waste. When are you available to train?"
I thought for a moment before replying, "My weeks are usually very busy, but I should be mostly free on the weekends. To be honest, though, that is also subject to change depending on the circumstances, but we can work something out if we exchange numbers; you know, communication and all that."
The woman looked at me in amusement, "And is the only reason you want my number is so that we can work out your schedule more efficiently?"
"…absolutely." Not
She chuckled before giving me her contact information. Hey, as long as she wasn't in a relationship, then there were no restrictions on me. After that, I stood up and dusted myself off before nodding towards her, "Thank you for the training today. Indeed, I've never taken any self-defense classes, so your help is truly welcome. Unfortunately, however, I do have a few other things I need to work on, so I'll have to take my leave."
"Don't worry about that." She said, shaking her head, "Just make sure that you continue to practice your forms and keep your body in shape. Tomorrow, we will continue, correct?"
"Sure," I said with a nod as rotated my sore shoulders before turning to leave-
"Soon, very soon, this city will suffer an unprecedented calamity. I hope at that time, you make the right choice."
I paused as I reached the door and turned around, my gaze laced with confusion. "What?"
Talia merely smiled and took a few steps towards me. "When the time comes, every single faction; hero or not, will do everything in their capacity to grasp onto some measure of control. This place will become a lawless war zone of immense proportions but we, the League, will be prepared." She stroked my cheek as she stood right in front of me, the sweet smell from her skin wafting off into my nose. "When you are faced with the choice of seeking refuge under a group, I hope you choose to side with us."
I blinked, not quite understanding what she was talking about. How was it even possible for this shithole to become even worse than it already was? Crime already ran rampant to an incredibly disproportionate degree. If there was truly an event that could cause this cesspool of criminal activity to deteriorate even further, then at that time Gotham would truly become…
No Man's Land.
That being said, my mind was having a hard time processing everything she was saying not only because I didn't quite understand it, but because the onset of my backed up lust was beginning to manifest itself in the form of my slowly hardening dick.
The sexy milf then removed her hand and stepped back. "Feel free to contact me with any questions you may have about your training or other things." She finished with an alluring smile. "Besides that, stay safe and try not to do something stupid."
Why did people keep telling me that
"I'll try…" I replied.
With that, I left the premises.
As soon as I had walked a sufficient enough distance that I was out of sight, my will power crumbled as the adrenaline drained from my body. All the pent up lust and fatigue came back to my body without mercy and I found my breath becoming tougher and my sight hazier. My mind, however, remained calm while my body displayed all the symptoms of a lust hungry beast.
"That woman blue balled me so badly…" I thought as I made my way to a certain destination. That woman had left me unsatisfied after her seduction and the only reason I had been able to remain physically calm throughout the whole exercise was that the adrenaline and exercise had been keeping my body distracted.
Now that the exercise high had left me, however, all that was left was the sexual frustration of being denied a woman who had been within my reach.
"I need Tracey and today is her day anyway. I just have to make it to her place and screw her brains out." She preferred I had sex with her at her place and not at one filled with other women, which made complete sense. However, even though it wasn't far from where I was, why did it feel like it was?
I trudged my way to her place, my bodily reactions to the prospect of sex making this an uncomfortable affair.
Suddenly, I stopped.
Despite me being more focused on satisfying my libido than the environment surrounding me, I couldn't help but focus on the scene in front of me. 5 guys were surrounding a girl in worn-down clothing who looked to be around 17 or so.
Really?
At this time of the day?!
I didn't even announce my arrival as I dashed up to the first individual and kicked him in the back.
Brutally
The force of the attack catapulted him to the wall of the building beside him where his body impacted it with an audible crack. Before the rest of them even had time to react, I whipped out both my hands towards the necks of the two guys closest to me and channeled my mana through them.
I ignored their cries of pain and anguish as lightning coursed through their veins from my Lightnin Palm. The remaining two seemed to finally realize that they were being attacked as one of them pulled out a gun.
My gaze remained apathetic to the situation as I squeezed the necks of the two individuals I was holding and brought them together in front of me to use them as a meat shield. The man must have hesitated as no shots rang out at that moment, so I took that fraction of a moment to create a Pitfall underneath him, making sure that is was only around 4 meters deep.
This way he would have a chance of survival.
Maybe.
He most likely broke some legs.
I had made sure to continuously keep my Lightning Palm activated, so when the assailants I was holding eventually stopped screaming with foam in their mouths, I threw them to the ground like the trash they were, uncaring if they were just unconscious or dead.
The last assailant looked at me, his body very visibly shaking before my brain somewhat recognized him. "…don't tell me it's the dental again?"
Suddenly, the man's face changed, "You…!"
Ahh, I had hidden my face from him the first time, but I suppose my height, body-color, voice, and the fact that I knew that information tipped him off.
Ohh well.
"I don't care. Scram."
The man shivered before running away as fast as he could, but of course, I would not let him go unpunished for somewhat cock blocking me from obtaining Tracey's sweet ass. They just had to pick this area to start their sickening activities, didn't they? And it wasn't even 7 P.M. yet!
I lazily threw a weakened Fireball at his back and ignored his screams of pain. I swatted away the notifications detailing how much exp I had obtained and continued to walk away towards my destination. That sexy blonde's ass was calling my name and nothing, not even the fact that the girl I had helped was following me, would stop me from coating her insides white.
Maybe if I ignored her, she would disappear.
Yep, sound plan.
I found my way to Tracey's home and rang the doorbell. Barely any time went by before she opened the door and looked at me with a smile. "I didn't expect you so ear- Mmmm!"
I immediately kissed her hungrily and picked her up as I made my way inside her home. I threw her on the couch and instantly sent our clothes to my inventory, leaving us in our birthday suits.
Huh, I could do that.
Tracey barely even looked surprised before she took in my appearance licked her lips in arousal, "I knew you warned me you might be unhinged, but who knew you would be so famished." She smiled lustfully before she spread her legs and separated her pussy lips with her fingers, "It's a good thing I prepared your favorite meal. Right. In. Here." She stated, inviting me to her dripping wet snatch.
My dick had already been hardened to insane lengths and at this point was throbbing like a hungry beast, so seeing that erotic sight, I let loose a feral growl. "I'm going to ravish you."
Tracey shuddered and her face became increasingly flushed, "Please…don't be gentle."
And that was the last straw.