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A subway train pulled into Redgrave City Centre. The passengers onboard were minding their own business, while a large group of thugs were hollering and whopping at a girl dressed out for the night, trying to chat her up but she got out of her seat and made for the door. As soon as the train stopped and the doors opened, the woman was fast walking out but the group of six thugs were following her.
"Hey, baby, where you going?" One of them called with a laugh, nudging his friends.
"Sexy legs, baby girl!" Another called.
The woman increased her pace before she tried running but one of the men grabbed her from behind, laughing as the others whooped and cheered.
"Looks like we're about to have a party, boys." One of the thugs said, making the others laugh as they began to touch the woman all over.
"G-Get off me!" The woman begged. "P-Please! let me go!"
"No can do, not until we get a taste of this ass." The lead thug said with a grin as he parted the woman's legs and began undoing his belt when they all heard a loud thud behind them, causing them to look down a very darkened hallway as they heard footsteps echoing, coming closer and closer towards them. They then saw a red-coat figure walk out of the shadows, hood up but they could see a red domino mask and mouth mask.
"Look at this guy." The lead thug laughed as he cockily walked up to the vigilante known as Sparda and swung for a punch but his arm was caught and Sparda punched and backhanded him repeatedly, his arm almost like a blur before he twisted the thug's arm enough to cause damage, causing the thug to scream in pain before Sparda punched him repeatedly in the chest and then slammed him into the ground hard, landing one final blow to the face to knock him out. Sparda then raised his head to glare at the remaining thugs.
"Shit, it's him." One of the thugs whispered with some fear at what they just saw.
"Let the woman go." The Vigilante said with a growl.
The thugs did so and the woman was quick to leave through the exit while the thugs surrounded the hooded vigilabte who stood still, head turning slowly as he took in each thug.
"Let's fuck him up!" One of the thugs yelled as he went to attack Sparda from behind only to get kicked in the chest. Another thug ran only to get a clothesline, then Sparda ducked a punch and headbutts that thug before uppercutting the next. He caught the fist of another thug and punched him repeatedly in the face before slamming his knee into the thug's face, knocking him out cold. Sparda grunted as two thugs tackled him and punched him repeatedly in the stomach, causing him to grunt before he pushed one up against the wall and slammed his forehead into the thug's, then reared his head back to slam into the other thug before grabbing him and slammed him into the wall hard enough to knock him out. Sparda then punched the other to knock him out cold.
Sparda surveyed the scene, watching the thugs groan in pain before they limped to their feet and ran off to lick their wounds. Sparda let out a small exhale as he stood there, coat billowing slightly due to the small breeze when he heard the sound of his phone getting a message notification and took it out to see it was a text from his only ally in the police force.
Need you at the Mayor's house. Now.
Drake wasn't blind to the looks he got from the other police officers as he followed Detective Chole Decker through the halls of the mayor's home. He had met up with his only ally in the RCPD and she told him that the mayor had been murdered, so she wanted him here to see if he can find any clues that could help them find the killer faster. Of course, Drake knew that when he arrived, he'd get the looks he always got from the police. Looks of disdain, coldness, even after a year of being a vigilante, the RCPD still didn't like that someone was taking the law into their own hands here.
As Drake and Chole approached the living room, one of the officers stepped in between Drake and the doorway, putting a hand on his chest. "Woah, woah, woah. Police action." The cop said with disdain and disgust at Drake.
"He's with me, Martinez." Chole said with a glare at the officer who looked between her and the hooded vigilante before sighing and dropping his arm, to which Drake followed Chole in but he was able to hear Martinez' mutter behind him.
"Goddamn freak."
Drake looked around and saw the forensics had arrived and were taking in everything, photographing it for evidence and for clues. Drake's attention then went onto the body in the middle of the room as Chole spoke to another detective.
"What do we now?" She asked.
"Well, we got multiple stab wounds in the back." The detective said, shining a light on the mayors body which was laying on it's front. "So he was attacked from behind, stabbed repeatedly. Judging by the way the stab wounds are, it was done by a knife, a big one. But that's not the most disturbing thing." He crouched down and gently turned the mayor's body over, revealing his shirt was ripped open but that's not what caught Chole and Drake's attention.
It was the message carved on the mayor's chest in blood that caught their attention.
Thus Saith the Lord.
"The hell kind of message is that?" Chole frowned as Drake stared at the message, a frown underneath his mask as he tried to connect the dots here.
"Not sure, but whoever did it... I think they believe it's the Lord's will." The male detective said with a slight scoff. "A crazed religion nut, I think."
"Maybe." Chole said before looking at the hooded vigilante who was slowly scanning around the room. Drake activated the Detective Vision in his mask and slowly walked around the room, looking for anything that could link him to the killer or a clue that could lead him to the killer. "Jesus, this would have to happen during re-election and several disappearances among Redgrave's homeless."
This caught Drake's attention and he turned to her. "Disappearances?"
Before Chole could explain more, they heard a male voice. "What's going on in here?" They looked to see the police commissioner, Pete Savage, enter the room.
Chole sighed. "I asked him to come, Pete."
"this is a crime scene." Savage said as he entered and walked up to Chole. "it's Mitchell for Christ's sakes! I got the press downstairs!" He lowered his voice. "You know, I cut you a lot of slack, Chole, because I knew you father and he was a good friend of mine, but this is way over the line. Why did you bring him here?" He jerked a thumb at Drake who was watching with narrowed eyes. "Is he involved in this?"
"No." Chole shook her head.
"How do you know? He's a goddamn vigilante! He could be a suspect!"
"I'm trying to find a connection that will let us find and capture this bastard, Pete." Chole said with a frustrated sigh.
Pete sighed and ran a hand down his face before pointing at Drake. "I want him out of here. Now."
Chole sighed and looked at Drake before gesturing to the doorway. "Come on."
Drake said nothing as he began to follow her when he paused as he noticed a bloody footprint on the floor, not big enough to be an adult man's footprint but a child's. Chole noticed him stop and saw what he was looking at before she walked over with a solemn look on her face.
"The mayor's son found him." She said softly, unable to think what that sight would've done to a child' mentality. How can any child come into their home, find their father stabbed to death and not be mentally scarred at the sight?
Drake glanced at Chole with hidden surprise before he followed her out the room when he noticed police in another, questioning a small boy who looked traumatized, expression being that of any child who'd find their dead parent in their house. The child looked up and stared at Drake who stared back. Drake couldn't help it as he saw himself in the boy. He knew what it was like to lose a parent, he knew what it was like to find that parent's dead body.
Chole walked up to Drake and whispered. "We got to go, Sparda."
Drake stared at the mayor's son for a couple more seconds before leaving.
"What disappearances were you talking about?" Drake asked Chole when they were on the rooftop of the RCPD precinct. The sun was beginning to rise and it won't be long before TV news is swarmed about the murder of the Mayor.
Chole sighed and ran a hand through her hair. "There's been several disappearances this past month, consisting of Redgrave City's homeless. We tried looking but we couldn't find any clue to where they went. I wanted to keep investigating but the case was stopped because it was just 'homeless people.'
Drake's eyes narrowed at this while his mind went to work. Redgrave's homeless disappearing? Nobody knowing where they went to? Of course the police wouldn't exactly continue the case, seeing as homeless go missing all the time for reasons but considering a lot of them went missing, it was a concerning thing. Whether the police liked it or not, Drake was going to get to the bottom of this.
"I'll find them and see if this is all connected to whoever killed the mayor." Drake said.
Chole nodded before asking him. "What's your take on the message carved onto the mayor's body?"
"Whoever did it is religious, insane and believes he's following God's will." Drake said, easily making that connection. History has shown that some people in religion can get... too crazy with their faith, believing that everything they do is God's will, part of His plan. "Whoever's behind all this could be behind the disappearances of the homeless, now they want to be noticed if they killed the mayor."
"You think it's a political motive?" Chole asked.
"I don't know." Drake said.
And I think I'll end it there. I need to plan out the rest of this arc as it will be a four-part arc. I'm also going to try and add stuff in from the Batman: The Cult four-issue miniseries, so i think some of you know who the killer is and where this may be going. But hey gotta have something to happen between episodes of Justice League. Besides, this story is a mix of everything. Comics, movies, episodes,