My mind raced, 'what have I done?' That was the only thought heard in my mind as I stared down at his body. He wasn't dead, not yet anyway. The man's eyes stared up at me through his leather mask, his deep brown eyes almost pleading for mercy as I watched him slowly die before me. His once prideful uniform of leather was reduced to shreds as result of our previous fight and there wasn't an inch of visible flesh that hadn't been bruised or slashed ruthlessly open.
The grip I held on the large blade in my hand slowly loosened and the sound of the bloody steel could be heard as it clattered to the floor. I felt a pain growing in my throat as I looked down at him, regret and sorrow biting at me from the inside. The ice cold breeze biting at me through the, what you may call, costume that I wore went unnoticed as I fell to my knees next to him. The soft dirt of the alleyway moving beneath me. I watched as he lay completely still, to weak to move or even speak. I could see, from what part of his face was visible, the tears hanging from his lightly shut eyes, they threatened to fall as the pain grew more intense by the second, screaming through his body.
My mind raced once again, the thought that I had actually done what I had meant to do was just now sinking in, I had been instructed to kill him but I never thought I could even come close to hurting him this badly. My eyes fell to the yellow symbol on his chest, a bold outline of a bat. Before I could stop myself, one of my blood-covered hands reached out and come to rest softly on that symbol.
The once mysterious vigilantly now reduced to a bloody slump, His back was up against the alley's hard brick wall and his feet sprawled out in front of him, painfully positioned. His broad shoulders, as well as most of his chest, arms and legs showed pale and covering in blood through the torn leather, in the moonlight. Unlike the rest of his body, though, his left arm was stretched across his mangled torso to the right side of his stomach, His blood caked hand was pressed over a large gash made by my blade.
My breathing was ragged as tears soon
flooded my eyes, blurring my vision of the symbol on the man's
chest. "It wasn't supposed to end this way..." I said out loud
as my chin fell to meet my chest, the tears finally falling to the
ground which was wet with his blood and both our tears.
Suddenly
I heard motion from the roof above. It wasn't much more than a
whisper but I heard it loud and clear, "I know you better than
that, Twilight." A young woman that looked around the same age
as I was, dropped down from above, landing on one knee. She slowly
stood, a cocky grin was on her face, "You're too soft for
something like this..." The new arrival walked up next to me,
her outfit much like mine as well, it consisted of a tight miniskirt,
long tubetop and a pair of matching high boots and long gloves. The
outfit was from our group of Head-hunters in Gotham. The only
different in your costumes was the colors and the fact that I tend to
wear mine a size too big."The Batman? Amazing.. even if you
weren't going to kill him!"
"Suicide... have you
been stalking me all night?" I asked softly, tears vanishing. "I
took this job from the Joker but I can't do it... I won't..."
I said looking down at him.
The woman gave his foot a stiff kick
and a small high-pitched yelp came from Batman. "Nice! But..."
She said sighing almost happily as she bent down, grabbing by bloody
broad-sword off the ground, "...Since you won't kill him..."
The sword glistened in the moonlight as it was brought over her head,
both hands wrapped tightly around the hilt as she grinned half
satisfied at the victim.
Before I even knew what was happening or
what I was doing, my legs bent, swept the pavement where Suicide had
stood and knocked her too the ground. I'm not sure what hit me first,
the sound of two pieces of bone rubbing together near my ear, or the
sheer pain of the blade going swiftly through the muscles and
ligaments in my upper arm. None-the-less my eyes watered hard as a
gritted my teeth, biting back the pain as Suicide stared down at me
almost in disbelief, "What did you do that for? Are you
alright?..." she asked a few more questions but my mind went
blank as i grabbed at my upper arm, it was cut to the bone and
bleeding immensely.
