—Kameron—
I walk Megan up to her room, I am silent. It's not until we are in the elevator that I talk to her.
"So that's what Danny feels like every night..." I say to her with a smile. She smiles back.
"Must be. Is it a good feeling, Kam?" She asks me.
"Yes. I almost forgot about how much I hate my life."
She doesn't find this comment nice, because she frowns.
"Don't say that, Kam, please..." She says in a pleading tone. I almost think she feels bad for me.
"Look in my mind," I say to her, leaning my head toward her, "You can see what I see. Then you will realize that it's ok for me to hate my life."
She reluctantly puts her hands up to my head and the memories flash before my eyes. The other Batman, the dark dayhound, the distorted man, and many more. All of the voices too. It's too much for Megan, I see, because she backs away, a look of complete shock and awe on her face.
"Kam... I... I need to go!" She says as the elevator doors open. She quickly runs out of it and down the hall to her apartment. I reluctantly sigh push the button for the first floor.
I decide to call Danny, to make sure he's ok. It rings until his voicemail comes on.
"Hey, you've reached Danny. I can't make it to the phone right now, but leave me a message and I'll call you back." Danny's voice says on the answering machine. I hang up and call again, which gives me the same result. I think about freaking out, but then realize that I can still feel him. I can still feel his life, so he isn't dead. He's probably just sleeping. Or he's with Helena. Maybe he's sleeping WITH Helena. Those are all good reasons for him not to answer his phone.
I walk down to the bike that I brought and attempt to start it, to no avail. There is no more fuel left. I sigh and start to walk down the street, towards the Diamond District.
I had walked a little ways when I hear a voice saying my name.
"Kameron. Kam!" The voice says. I look around, my eyes stopping on a half-black half-orange mask.
"Who the hell are you?" I ask the mask. He lets out a "hmph." of satisfaction, and then removes the mask. It is my father, Slade Wilson.
"Dad?!" I ask him, shocked. He'd disappeared since mom's killing.
"Hello son." He says with a smile. I run up to him, not knowing whether to punch him or hug him. I decide to hug him.
"Where did you go?" I ask him after I break off the hug.
"I need to tell you something first..." He says as he backs into the alley, gesturing for me to follow him. He goes into a building. I go inside after him.
Inside, it reeks of some sort of incense. There are two swords on the wall, two pistols, and a high-caliber sniper rifle. My father hangs his mask on a hook in the middle of this array. He sits down cross-legged on some sort of meditation mat and gestures for me to do the same.
"Now, I'm sure you have a lot of questions." He says to me once I have taken a seat, "but first, I need to tell you something. Your brother. He's not who you think he is."
"I know. He's a vigilante." I say to him back in an emotionless tone. The incense is doing something to my mind. I am not hearing any voices or seeing anything. "What is this incense?"
"It's called Ya-Wei. It's from an island in the pacific. It's said to keep away dark spirits. It's working for you, isn't it?" He explains. I nod at him, and he continues.
"He's not just a vigilante. He's a killer, he's a liar, and he's the reason your mother died."
"Danny? A killer?" I ask. Then I remember the Butler saying how Danny had been guilty when he killed. "The reason my mother died though? That's not his fault. It's mine."
My father smirks at this.
"My dear boy, it wasn't your fault it was Danny's. I know, I was there." He explains, pulling two wooden boxes, a smaller one and a longer one, from behind him. "I was there to rescue her. As you can tell by now, I am Deathstroke, the assassin. Which is why I couldn't be there for you when you were a child. I didn't want my enemies to hurt you. Now, back to Danny. You see, I was in the building, in the process of rescuing her, when Daniel ambushes me. We fought for a while, and he tricked me and shot my foot. He laughed as I fell out of the window, all the way down to the ground, which knocked me unconscious. Had he not done that, I could've saved her. It's his fault."
I look into his eye for a moment, trying to determine the truth. He must be telling it. After all, Danny left out the encounter with him.
"I can see that you agree with me, which will make this next part easier." He says as he opens the smaller box. Inside, is a large syringe. "This is the serum that made me who I am today. Inject it, and you will be able to use ninety percent of your brain. On top of that, you will be able to run faster, hit harder, and be smarter than any human ever could. I also have added something into it that will put you in a sort of trance that will let me train you to be a master martial artist before the night is up."
"And what's in the other box?" I ask, picking up the syringe. My father smiles.
"This my son, is your weapon." He says as he opens the box. Inside, is an ornate long katana. I almost can't inject myself fast enough.
—Danny, the next morning—
I woke up in an unfamiliar place. I sat up and realized that I was still at the cabin. Helena was no where to be seen, but the shower was running, so I figured that's where she was. I needed to get dressed again. After a little while of trying to find my clothes out of all the clothes on the floor, I was able to get dressed. I went into the kitchen to see if there was anything to eat. I got myself a bowl of cereal and began to eat up.
Helena walked in, only in a bathrobe. She kissed me softly and sat down next to me on the couch.
"Sorry I couldn't make you anything. I kind of don't know how to cook." She explained, putting her legs up on my knees.
"You're Dad's gonna kill me." I said to her, mortified.
"No he's not. You saved my life. I think the least he can do is let you have sex with me."
"What about Falcone? Your father probably thinks that Falcone caught us, and we are dead now."
"Relax Danny," She says as she straddles my legs and takes her face in my hands. "Everything is fine. I texted my dad this morning and explained the whole situation to him.
"Ok..." I say reluctantly, before she kisses me.
"Well, I'm gonna go get clothes on. Don't miss me too long." She flirts with a wink. I finish my cereal and decide to look around the cabin.
It's a seemingly small place, but it's fancy. Purposely rustic as well. There's even a moose head over the fireplace. It seemed almost too natural. I decided to climb up there and take a look. It was an easy climb, since the fireplace is made of rocks that looked as though they were taken from a mountainside. Inside both the moose's eyes are two small cameras. Bertinelli saw the whole thing. And there was bound to be more cameras throughout the house.
I found another before the bedroom door opened, and I decided to look in there. Sure enough, the painting above the bad was partially made of glass, concealing another camera behind it.
"Danny, what are you doing?" Helena asks as she comes up behind me.
"There are cameras throughout this whole place. Your dad has been spying on us." I said seriously. The blood drains from her face.
"My dad's never been up here. He doesn't even know the exact location." She explained, clearly scared.
"Wait a minute... Was the door locked when we came in?"
"I... I don't know! I was too busy thinking about screwing you!"
I thought back. I concentrated. Recreated the scene in my mind.
"The door wasn't locked." I said, opening my eyes, "it definitely was not locked."
"So someone broke in?" Helena asked.
"Someone who knew that we'd be here. Who else knows about this place?"
"Knew about it? My Father, Me, and Eddy. Only Eddy and I have been here though."
"Seems like we need to pay Eddy a visit."
"Ok, but Danny, promise you won't hurt him."
"Fine..." I said as I walked out the front door, Helena close behind me.
—Kameron—
I wake up on the floor, my father standing over me.
"You're ready, my son." He says, smiling. He helps me up, then grabs the Katana. "Now, you just need a name. Something that will strike fear into the hearts of your enemies."
"Danny is the Dayhound?" I ask, grabbing the sword, "Well, I will be the Nightwolf."
"Good. Now we will test how well the training worked." He says as he leads me into the other room. I pull my scarf and hood up as I'm sure Danny's done a thousand times. In this room, there are some henchmen waiting.
"Ok men," my father snaps as the notice him, "first man to kill this man will win three thousand dollars."
I give him a funny look, but don't have time as the first man charges me. He tries to punch me, but it as though he is moving too slow, making it easy to dodge. I punch his shoulder hard. He flys across the room, clutching his shoulder and slams into the concrete wall, cracking it.
I kick the closest guy to me in the chin, and his head snaps back at an angle that I'm sure heads aren't suppose to move.
I knock out two of them with each one of my fists, and then the third and final, I snap the neck of with one hand. Once this is over, I turn to my father, who is holding out the Katana in it's sheathe.
"Good, my son, you have made me proud. Now head back to Wayne Manor and meet me here at nightfall."