No one likes the dark, especially when it comes out of nowhere, it's unnerving and confusing. As the Falcone Gang looked around the only source of light still in the large room came from outside through the big windows atop the warehouse.

Carmine: What fresh incompetence is this?

Goon 3: I don't know, boss?

"FALCONIES!" The name echoed thru the building

Carmine: the hell

Goon: Hey, what's that thing up there?

A cryptic silhouette of a demonic figure appeared in one of the windows.

Carmine Falcone: What the hell is that?

"Don't recognize your dog's handy work Falconie!" the figure spoke. However, the fear turned to confusion as the men began to recognize the voice.

Goon 1: Wait a minute, that's Bruce Wayne from earlier?

Carmine: Hey Brat, did you did the kid cut the power or something? Half of Gotham lookin for you?

Bruce: Bruce Wayne, No Bruce Wayne is dead, D-E-A-D, Dead. He died in that attack of yours at the speech. All that remains is his rage, his hate, and his vengeance. All that remains is Dark Knight!

Carmine: The kid sure has an imagination, doesn't he? Hahaha.

The gang laughs it off and takes out their weapons.

Carmine: Oh, I'm so scared, Mr. Dark Knight. Ha-ha. Why don't you turn the lights back on and come down here."

Bruce simply said, "Ok," before pulling his arms together. The darkness that once filled the room is reabsorbed by Bruce restoring the warehouse light and surprising the gang

"Huh?"

Bruce then still a shadow-being flowed down the wall and over the floor and lands right before the group

"Hell!"

"So, what are you gonna…"

The entire room opens fire on Bruce with their guns and weapons, but he simply watches the bullets fly through him.

"My turn" Bruce spreads out his hands in a wide motion, and the shadows flew like a big wave pushing the entire group back and knocking aside the tables.

Carmine Falcone, now on his back, "what, your one of those metas?"

Bruce: nope, this gift is actually thanks to your potion clown up there's black brew

Carmine looking up sees Joe and shouts, "what the hell did your potions do?!"

Joe: I I I … I don't know, it was just a bunch of random dark magic."

"You have bigger things to worry about," Bruce says before pushing his shadows towards Carmine Falcone and the group on the floor, causing them all to scatter throughout the warehouse.

"Time for some fun," Bruce said before sinking black into the floor as the Falcone Gang scrambled up and tried to run.

As the carnage began, Joe looked down from the rafters and said to himself, "I think it be smart to go get my little black book."

Bruce's assault on the gang is chaotic and brutal as he unleashes his new shadow power on the entire room. Bruce moved like a phantom predator through the warehouse, stocking his prey.

The gang members go for the door, but as they run towards it, a black portal opens in front of it. The 3 members in front all tumble in, and the portal closes before opening up again from high above dropping them onto some boxes.

Other goons try again to shoot Bruce "haven't learned the lesson yet, have you?" Bruce said as he makes the shadows rise up around the goon, grab their guns, and points them back at them. "Stop shooting children!" Bruce shouts before throwing them all aside. Making them fly across the room like that filled him with wicked joy, vengeance never felt so good.

Having lost track of Carmine, Bruce sinks into the ground flooding the warehouse floor with shadows grabbing and wrapping up every member of the gang. He teleports around whispering, "Here falki, falki, falki, Come on out" done with the appetizers.

Seeing the floor was not a good place to be Carmine race back towards the stairs to the rafts high above, hoping to use the roof exit.

As he ran across the metal rafters that hanging from the ceiling, Bruce looked up and teleported in front of him.

"Where are yah going, Carmine, scared of me?" Carmine quickly turned around and ran in the other way, "Or are you scared of me?" Bruce said as a duplicate appeared on in front, Carmine.

Bruce talked to himself, "I think he's afraid of both of us. Well then, let's work together" The two shadowy Bruce's turned into Shadowy swarms wrapping the Gang leader up and pinning him to the rafter floor. Shadows then rose up to form menacing-looking pupil-less Bruce standing on top of Carmine.

Bruce: I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of this moment. Well, actually I can but why bore you with the details. The real deal is so much better.

Terrified out of his mind Carmine tried to plead with the boy, "you don't wanna do this."

Bruce: Want, it's so funny you use that word "want. What I want." I have tons of money Falconie, enough money to buy almost anything I could want. Yet all I ever wanted was two things; one was my parents back, two was revenge against the monster who had them murdered. Doubt, I'm gonna get the first thing but, I'm damn sure gonna get the 2nd.

Carmine: Would it help if I said only your father was supposed to get hurt, so you would have still had your mom.

Bruce: NO!

Carmine: What if all three over you were supposed to die, so no one had to miss anybody.

Bruce's anger grew as he tightened the wraps around Carmine

Right before Bruce could finish him for good, Joe ran out rafter on the opposite side of the building holding a little black spellbook. Focusing on Bruce, he gulped and shouted "Removere obumbratio de Brus, Removere obumbratio de Brus Wayne" (Remove shadows from Bruce, remove shadows from Bruce Wayne)

The book glowed black, and suddenly Bruce reeled back in pain as the darkness began to surge and shrink. He could feel it the power he was wielding suddenly began to fade as the shadows all retreated back to where they belonged.

Bruce: NO!

Joe: ha-ha-ha, Not so scary now are you, Dork Knight

The god-like power Bruce had wielded when he arrived was definitely vanishing from him. "This isn't fair. I just got it, and now I can feel it slipping away" He tried to control the room once again to even fire a blast, but it was useless. As his head cleared, and he noticed something. "I can still feel it slipping away, but it wasn't entirely gone." Bruce could still feel some of it inside of him. He wasn't completely depowered or helpless, not yet anyway.

Bruce turned his gaze to Joe across the room. "You!" He growled and teleported over in front of Joe.

Joe had seen and heard Bruce's assault on the Gang and now looked dead into the eyes of Bruce. They were filled with rage and getting closer Bruce inched toward him. They were around the same 5'2 height, but Bruce had a more muscular build. He definitely could have taken Joe without the magic. Joe opened his mouth and said

Joe: "So, did you think the Dork Knight thing was funny or… " Joe asked with an honest look on his face.

Bruce paused slightly then looked down at Joe's hands "that book how you do that?"

Joe: Oh yeah, it's full of tons of dark magic and shadowy spells. I'm like really good at chemistry, and it turns out mixing chemicals and making potions ain't all that different. The books pretty rare actually, one of a kind I'd say, why you interested? I randomly found it …

Bruce: Kick, Grab

Joe: aaaahhhhh

In one motion, Bruce pushes Joe off the edge of the rafter with his foot while swiping the book right out of Joe's hands.

This sent Joe tumbling into the air filling the air with screams until he landed in a giant vat of his own potions. That nuisance dealt with Bruce turned his attention back to Falcone across the room.

Bruce: "It looks like our reunion's been cut short, Carmine, shouldn't take more than a day to plan another one though," Bruce hoisted up his new black book. Using the last have the power he had, Bruce begins to teleport away via shadows. Carmine, despite being free from the shadows, was still frozen in fear, eyes wide.

Bruce: "Don't bother sleeping with your lights on, it won't help you."

And with that, Bruce vanishes into thin air. Carmine breathed heavily as he picked himself up. In his 15 years as a gang leader, he'd done a lot of things, horrible things to people, both good and bad. Yet, Carmine had never been attacked before but never like this. Never has someone just busted into his headquarters, overpowered his men, tore the place apart, and gotten so close to him. This new experience filled him with a new powerful feeling.

Carmine: Get your asses up right this ******* minute, That little **** just tore the god damn place in half and then had the never to threaten us as he left. I want this place back together in the next 20 minutes. I need to have a little chat with our employer!"