Thank you again to all my reviews and Judas Rising, thank you for telling me my bad points and again I am sorry there are so many. So let me first say sorry for the crappy name I gave to Mr. Breath, but believe me he is gona be a lot more entertaining than Earthquake. There are 5 more big bad guys as well all of which will be better and better more along the story goes. Mr. D you are completely correct when you say do it yourself but how good would a story be if he goes straight on into battle so soon, I am going to make this story go as long as I can think lol so lets get started with chapter 8.
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Ch.8: I Can Feel It in the Air
Logan awoke with a ringing headache. He looked around and saw he was not on the block of ice; he was in a soft warm bed surrounded by luxuries he never knew existed. Logan felt his skin, it wasn't burning or even hurting, his back was fine and the only thing left was his massive headache. All he needed was a couple aspirins and his morning liquor. Logan got up and found him self in new clothes, they weren't all too bad either. He had been given a black muscle t-shirt and a leather jacket. He also wore tattered black jeans and steel tipped boots. His old clothes were on a chair and he could see the Massacre hanging out of his pocket. Logan put it in the hand and looked at it carefully.
"This weapon is a symbol…it is for Cyborg, for Raven, for Robin, and for Starfire. This blade was all of there past's that have been ruined, I swear on my grave that I will not let them down." He said to himself as he put the Massacre in his jacket pocket.
Logan felt his hair and noticed something wrong; it wasn't as long as he remembered. He quickly ran over to a mirror and found his hair to be in a short spiky fashion.
"Starfire…"he mumbled to himself.
There was a nock at his door, he rubbed his head and shed a tear a tear for his lost beautiful hair. At the door was Robin. He was in normal clothes, he had on a black t-shirt and clean black pants. His face was unmasked and Logan was shocked to see Richard's hazel eyes.
"I see Starfire gave you a makeover." laughed Richard.
Logan growled and sighed.
"It's alright…she into that?" asked Logan again as he left the room and shook Richards's hand.
"Ya she does it to me whenever she pleases if she wants to I don't stop her, she likes to keep people clean." he laughed as he started to walk down the long row of stairs into a magnificent dinning room.
Logan saw Kori at the table eating a bowl of cereal and a cup of mustard next to the bowl.
"Good morning Logan, do you like the new look?" asked Kori as she sipped the yellow liquid.
Logan laughed and touched his head again.
"It's fine Kori, I see you keep your old habits." laughed Logan pointing to the cup of mustard.
Kori smiled and slurped the mustard, Logan shuttered when he kept thinking of how she drank that stuff. He was happy to see Kori hadn't changed at all, but Richard had definitely changed. He wasn't as uptight as he used to be, the clock on his wall in the room said 10:00 and usually Robin would have kicked his ass in training for waking up so late in the morning. Richard had definitely matured and become more understanding of what was happening. Richard sat at the table with a plate of bacon and eggs with a glass of milk. Logan saw a plate of tofu in his spot.
"Does everyone carry my food now a days." laughed Logan as he sat down to eat.
"We had Alfred get some last night before you arrived. It was no trouble at all. We have some aspirin there to because we know your head is banging." Richard said with a smiled.
Logan nodded and began to eat his food with a smile.
Outskirts of Gotham
Mr. Breath rode in a long limousine, he still had his cloak but his long black limousine was tinted to a maximum. He saw the large buildings and smiled, and then he saw Wayne Manor and told the driver to stop.
"It is fine right here Simmons, I can walk to Wayne Manor." Breath said calmly.
The driver turned around with a short frown.
"Are you sure he is even there?" asked Simmons.
"Yes…I know he is there, why else would he be here but to speak with Bruce Wayne and his adopted son." smiled Breath as he opened the limo door and walked out onto the sidewalk.
The hooded man began to walk the slum like streets of Gotham, the cold mid afternoon wind ripped at his cloak but did not let his image appear. People looked at him and in true fear walked across the street away from him. Breath loved to have the power to make people fear him; it was far more rewarding than respect ever could have been. Respect has to be earned while fear is demanded. Breath ignored the people and focused on his target, Wayne Manor. He would arrive at the Manor in little less than an hour if he walked but he knew what he could do. Breath quickly walked into an alley way and made sure there were no people near him. Breathe pushed the cloak away from his back and large blood red wings spread from his upper spine. The wing span had to be at least 2 yards. Breath jumped into the cold air and took to the skies, his wings did not flap it was as if the wind was moving them towards his destination, like he controlled the air.
"Mr. Logan I think it is time we had serious talk, hell it might even take your breathe away." laughed Breath as he speed faster and faster towards the large house, he was moving at lightning speed and hitting mach 5.
The large 'creature' had begun moving faster than the human eye; he had created a sonic boom around himself from the speed. When he passed by and glass it shattered. The people on the streets held there ears and a few with glasses cried in pain as the sharp glass point blasted into there eyes and faces. Blood stained there clothes and faces, they fell to the floor, some dead and some wishing they were dead. When Breath reached Wayne Manor he flew over the gate and hit the floor with one flap of his mighty wings. The blood red wings retracted into his spine and the cloak covered them again. Breath walked up to the very front door to Wayne Manor. He lifted his hand and a large talon sneaked out of the cloak. Breath barley tapped the front door and a hurricane level of wind smashed against the wood frame and shattered the door and glass to pieces and splinters.
"What the fuck was that?" asked the voice of Logan as he ran into the living room followed by Richard and Kori.
In the destroyed mess that was once the Grayson's front door the 3 saw the cloaked figure.
"Who the hell are you? This is private property you know!" yelled Richard as he got in front of Kori.
The 3 herd a low and frightening chuckle come from the cloaked figure.
"Shut your trap rich boy before I blow this entire fucking house to splinters like your wall-mart door. I only came for Logan." said Breath.
Richard growled and knew he had to stay back, if he attacked this man he would surely expose himself as Nightwing and put his entire family in danger. Logan stepped in front of the two and pulled out the Massacre, he pushed the first trigger and the blade extended.
"Richard, get you and Kori to safety I can handle this guy." Logan said as he stood in a fighting stance.
"I want to fight with you!" Richard said with anger in his voice.
"It is too dangerous you might let something out that should be kept a secret." Logan whispered to Richard.
Richard growled and gritted his teeth but soon nodded; he took Kori by the hand and ran up the large staircase to a safety room. This only left Logan and Breath alone, they both looked calm and cool.
"So I guess we forgot to take that away from you…no worry I will peel it off your corpse when I'm done with you." smiled Breath as he let his large blood red wings extend again.
Logan looked at the wings in awe but returned his attention to Breath.
"Who the hell are you? Do you work for Price?" Logan said coldly as he put the Massacre to his side.
Breath smiled and removed his cloak; beneath the large robe stood a very tall, thin, and muscular man. He wore large brown gauntlets around his ankles that went up to his knees. His legs were covered in brown leather, with the same leather shoes. He wore a brown studded belt and had on a sleeveless brown muscle shirt. His arms were covered in the same gauntlets as his legs were. He also wore leather brown gloves. His lower face was covered in a brown bandana; his eyes were a blood red fury. His hair was tall, spiky black with some brown highlights. In his right hand was a large spear and his left hand had long sharp talons. On his forehead was the Price Passion sign.
"My name is Justin Breath and I am a partner of Price, many people call me Falcon and I am the ruler of the skies." said the very odd looking Falcon.
"So you're just like Earthquake, but something tells me you're a bang-baby or maybe a mutant. That attack you used on the door looked to be cause by a tornado." laughed Logan as he raised his blade.
"Yes very clever I am a mutant, my power is in the air, and I can control the wind, the air and all of what you breathe. And I am going to be your worst nightmare."
Logan nodded, now he understood, this was just another super powered freak in a costume like what he uses to fight back in the day.
"How about you say we take this fight somewhere else?" said Logan as he stretched his arms and legs out.
"Fine then, I know exactly were we can fight." smiled Falcon as he snapped his fingers.
The two began to float in mid air; the air seemed to be moving them out of Wayne Manor and into the skies above. The two floated in mid air and looked at one another.
"Let's fight."