Hey, what up? I'm back and since I've been achin to do more JL related things since the first chap, I've decided to do a little more, long story short: I am here to stay and make stories as I please. I like to make a big shoutout to Rocksteady; Arkham Knight looks as sweet as it looks and I am itchin to pick it up at a local GameStop (there are like four or five from where I live and they're all a good distance away, can you believe it?). So anyway, DC owns a lot, I only own OCs, I apologize if some of the characters are OOC, but I'm sure there'll be some authors that'll be kind enough to give me some pointers. Enjoy!

Chapter One: Galwyn Ginnis

Gotham.

A very prosperous and agricultural kingdom as well as the second largest of the Three Kingdoms; watched over for centuries by the keen eyes of the noble Wayne Royal Family. Years ago, before the Three Kingdoms came into existence, the Wayne Family were already a hundred years old and were natural born leaders that served Koumori; the King of the Bats. They were honorable, chivalrous, noble, selfless, and above all else, loyal to their friends and allies. They were against any form of injustice: murder, robbery, larceny, and killing in the up most passion. Though the people respect and revered the Waynes, their virtues led to a clash against the Court of Owls, a wicked cabal that served under the evil Al-Owai; the King of Owls and the twin brother of Koumori as well as his sworn nemesis. The cult itself were of many noble families and assassins that dated before the construction of Gotham and had long since led a revolt to seize the kingdom in the name of Al-Owai. Their attempts were fruitless as the Waynes not only became Kings and Queens and ruled over Gotham, but they also became the sworn guardians of their people. With many allies by their side, some odd and unlikely, the Waynes led a crusade against the evil that plagued the land around and anything that grew within the shadows. Be it against soldier, sorcerer, assassin, or hostile kingdoms, Gotham always prevailed to any challenge that stood in their path.

Each Wayne were known by his or her own deed: Solomon Wayne, who led a revolt against the immortal tyrant, Vandal Savage for slavery; Alan Wayne, who led villagers against the corrupt Cobblepot Family; Thomas Wayne, who partook in the war against the evil King of Apokolips, Uxas Khan, or the sorcerer "Darkseid" as he was known more as. Each Wayne (and their allies), however, was known to have wielded the fabled Sword of the Night; Swift Fang. The blade's metal itself forged with the mysterious element; Nth by the deity Spectre, the Soldier of Strength and Vengeance, and enchanted by Koumori for only the worthy to wield it's handle. Opposed to the dark code and and satanic rituals of Court of Owls, the Waynes ruled with seven virtues: strength, loyalty, equality, unity, truth, trust and above all else that was represented in the spirit of Koumori; justice. With these virtues and their allies by their side, the Waynes continued on with their legacy and a time peace and prosperity ruled over the land.

Unfortunately . . . these times were not to last . . .

On the day that the recent heir to the throne, Prince Bruce, son of King Thomas and his Queen, Martha, was to be prepared for coronation, tragedy had struck Gotham at their heart. A group of corrupt knights, who were servants of Al-Owai, attacked and forced the Royal Family to flee as the insurgents were fought off. They did not get far as members of the Court of Owls had managed to infiltrate the castle and were waiting for them at every turn. King Thomas fought with all his heart, but sadly, he and Queen Martha would parish by the hands of lone assassin who was shrouded in mystery. The young Prince would have shared a similar fate, had it not been for the intervention of the Sacred Order of St. Dumas, a secret order of followers of Azrael; the Angel of Life and Death. Swift as lightning and with the King and Queen dead, the Court of Owls laid seige to Gotham, forcing many of the Royal Families as well as their allies to flee or risk being hunted down and killed.

Years have passed by and Gotham was long since left to rot in isolation; it's people being forced to live in constant fear under the martial law of the Court of Owls. Though enslaved, the people of Gotham never lost hope and knew without a doubt that the Wayne Family never abandoned them, not for anyone or any-thing. They kept hope that Prince Bruce would return one day and free them from the tyranny of the Court of Owls, even if it took decades. Prince Bruce, having lost everything in his life: his kingdom, his people . . . and his family, was taken in by the monks of St. Dumas and trained in combat to combat the Court of Owls. The young prince never forgot the day everything that was precious to him was taken away . . . and he never forgave the ones who took it from him . . .

Across the vast lake of Pinkney, was the sibling kingdom of Blüdhaven, which was discovered by the the architecht and loyal friend and ally of the Wayne Family; Cyrus Pinkney. It was also here that the great King of Gotham, Solomon Wayne, did battle against Vandal Savage and rose victorious. As a reward for his valor and bravery, Solomon Village was founded and named in the Wayne's honor, with a statue in the very center. Blüdhaven even shared similar agriculture and customs as Gotham as well as worships the Dark Seven. Ruled by many who swore their lives to protect it's people, the most recent ruler was a man known by Hamilton Hill, a most honorable king. Though it long since closed it borders from it's sibling kingdom soon after it was taken over by the Court of Owls. It was also in this village that lived one of the most loyal of allies the Wayne would ever had in this life or the next; they were known by one name . . . the McGinnises . . .

Solomon Village, Unknown Hut, Kingdom Blüdhaven; 45 Years Ago . . .

Opening the door to a small room, which appeared to belong to a small child as wooden toys were spread all over the floor, was a man that appeared to be in his early thirties. He stood about five foot tall and had a massive muscular body, tanned skin, short raven-black hair, clean shaven upper and lower square jaw, and wood-brown eyes. He wore a white short-sleeved shirt, black pants, and brown leather boots. Following the man into the room was Sir Kent Nelson and his wife, Lady Inza; the latter of which was still wearing the Helmet of Fate. In the arms of the sorcerer was the unconscious form of young Galwyn as the boy was placed on the bed.

"I hope, in due time, you will forgive me, young Galwyn." Sir Nelson whispered, his voice still unusually deep.

"Was all of this truly necessary, Kent?" The muscular man questioned, facing away from the sorcerer and his wife. "He is but a wee lad."

"Yes, Theodore, you know as well as Inza and I do that it is not safe for him outside Blüdhaven and he needs all the training you can provide for him."

"Aye, but why so young?"

"They still search for him." Lady Inza replied, kissing the young boy on the forehead, then tucked him in the covers. "And would you rather he be trained by the Order?"

". . . Guess not, though I normally don't admit thing easily, it's gonna be a challenge to train him and Dinah's wee lass from time to time." Theodore chuckled at thought of how the woman he spoke of would swoon over Galwyn. "But that will be just fine; I love challenges."

"I am certain you do, old friend." Sir Nelson smiled beneath his helmet, patting his friend on the shoulder. "Remember, you are the only one the Society trusts to take care of Galwyn."

"And we hope that you will raise him the way any father would." Lady Inza added, standing next to her husband.

"I will, he will grow up as normal as the lad next to him." Theodore relied, tussling the sleeping boy's hair, causing him to turn in his sleep. "But his training will be more advanced than Bruce and Dinah's; it will be as much mentally as physically."

"Just as long as you do not place too much stress on his shoulders." Sir Nelson mused calmly. "Well, it is time that Inza and I returned home, we wish you luck."

"Take care, Theodore." Lady Inza stated as she and her husband vanished into a golden light, which was in the shape of an ankh.

"Theodore . . ?"

The tall man looked towards the bed and saw that Galwyn's eyes were open, but not enough for him to see Sir Nelson or Lady Inza transport away. If anything, it looked as though the boy had awoken as if he knew he weren't alone In the room. Ah, the innocence of youth at its finest; to think, Theodore was was like the boy when he was that age.

"Sorry, Galwyn, you dozed off in the den and I couldn't wake you." Theodore said, making sure the boy was comfortable in his bed.

"I had this odd dream, there were three other children and two . . . Sorcerers . . ." Galwyn said, until a big yawn escaped his lips.

"Now, now, we'll talk about that in the morning, it's time you hit the hey for now."

"But I am not . . . sleepy . . . ."

The young boys eyes betrayed him as his eyelids fell and the rest of his body got comfortable enough to be off to dreamland until the next morning. Theodore couldn't help but chuckle at the boy's attempt to stay awake, even if he was slightly more intelligent than most of his age, Galwyn was only a little boy and all little boys need their goodnight's rest. The man's small smile turned into a sad frown as his eyes landed upon a small locket upon a nightstand that was next to the bed, something that didn't hold good memories. Engreved onto the locket was the name "Ginnis", but apparently it wasn't the full name as there were three words that appeared to be withered out, despite looking brand new. He picked it up, opened it, and looked at two small illustrations of a handsome man and a beautiful woman, both of whom which were likely to be the mother and father of Galwyn. A stray tear trickled down the man's strong jaw as memories from not too long ago began to flash through his mind, each one involved this young couple, up until they left their son at his doorstep. THeodore shook the thoughts away, now wasn't the time to feel sad, the couple wouldn't have accepted seeing him as such. A loud yawn escaped his throat when he realized that he needed rest as well, it was going to be a hell of a challenge training three children as mentioned earlier, but smiled since life would be rather dull if challenges never existed. After making sure the room was secure and Galwyn was safely tucked away, it was time for Theodore to lay down for rest as well.

"I pry that the Seven will have mercy on you soul." Theodore said as he turned and walked out the door; they both had a lot to do in the morning. "Terrence, Alicia, give us strength."

Solomon Village, Market Street, Kingdom Blüdhaven; 30 Years Ago . . .

It was a beautiful sunny day in the Kingdom of Blüdhaven as the April sun shined brightly upon Solomon Village, where the many village folk walked about their own buisness or chatting the day away. In a single hut, however, stood the now middle-aged form of Theodore Grant; his once black hair now greying and his age was apparent in his dull eyes. The rest of him, however, remained as muscular and strong as he was in his youth. In truth, Thodore was the local Battle Master, a title that tasked him with training knights and guards to protect royalty and nobles in both hand-to-hand combat as well as weaponry. For 15 years Galwyn had lived with Theodore and had trained nonstop until he was absolutely sure that he could hold his own in a brawl; the downside was that he had yet to perfect fighting more than one opponent at a time. Sure, he could take up to three guys, but if numbers climbed, he was in serious trouble, very serious. Years ago, when Galwyn was a little boy, his parent, Terrence and Felicia, left him with Theodore as he was their most trusted friend and ally. They never said where they were going, or why for that matter, all they said was that they would return one day and advised their son never to use (or reveal) his true name. Their bodies were found weeks later, dangling from a single noose by the neck of an old, withered oak tree; devoid of and . . . and every life. Though it appeared that they had committed suicide by hanging, their lifeless bodies were checked and had many bruises and cuts all over; the most incriminating feature were the gashes on their stomachs. This would mean they committed a form of ritualistic suicide known as "Seppuku"; where one kills themselves for their honor.

That was a lot like Terrence and Felicia, dying for their honor rather than living in shame or to be tortured, then be killed. No one knew or ever found out who was responsible for what happened to them or what the person had looked like, but evidence pointed to a tag that looked like a capitalized "A" on their backs. Though many tried to keep the news from Galwyn, the young boy had soon found out and it shattered his heart into countless pieces. Funny thing about the young lad was that he had his mother's eyes, yet he had his father's spirit, which demanded he act whenever he saw trouble. He would get into constant fights with bullies and other troublemakers, even when he was being punished he still held no regret of his actions. Currently both Theodore and the now older Galwyn were in the presence of the local medacine woman, Leslie Thompkins. Lady Leslie was around Theodore's age, slightly younger perhaps, with withered cream-colored skin, long white hair in a ponytail, and dull green eyes; she wore a beautiful white dress, Though women were treated as second class citizens, Blüdhaven was one of very few kingdoms to allow women to become knights if they wanted to. Anyway, Galwyn, though his hair being slightly longer, had not changed after all these years, though he was now a handsome young man with a nicely toned body and slightly longer hair. The young man amply sat still as medical herbs rubbed against his bruised skin and though it stung, Galwyn kept a straight face as he looked down to the floor.

"You are taking this rather well than I expected." Leslie observed, remembering how much the young man would complain about the medicine.

"He is an adult now Leslie, I am certain he knows how to take it like a man." Theodore mused sarcastically, then glanced over his shoulder. "And what, pray tell, were you thinking, Galwyn?"

"I didn't start that fight . . ." Galwyn mumbled, his eyes still to the floor.

The reason for both their presence of the medicine woman was because Galwyn was in a fight not to long ago. Three drunk men were harassing a group of handmaidens that were on errands for their nobles, when they refused the men, they tried to force themselves upon them. Galwyn just so happened to be walking by and had tried to put a stop to them, only to be gained upon and overpowered by by their constant attacks. If it weren't for Theodore arriving in time, Galwyn was certain that he would have lost an arm or a leg. Despite his age, Theodore was still the pinochle of strength and had stamina that rivaled rivaled the Seven themselves; not to mention he was good with a sword and a cane. One might question him as he carried a wooden cane everywhere he went, despite walking perfectly well and having the eyesight of an eagle. If one were to really aye him off, they'd find the cane is much more than what it appears to be.

"Aye, but you almost got yerself killed!" Theodore argued, now fully looking at the young man.

"I couldn't have turned away as if it were nothing!" Galwyn shot back.

"The Hell, ye did not! It is one thing to to defend yerself, but what you did was reckless!"

"What would you have me do then, walk away while those pigs harass more women?"

"At least it's better than bein a bull-headed fool!"

"The same could be said about a mad wildcat like yourself!"

"That's enough!" Lady Leslie shouted, which made the two stare at her.

Despite her fragile and aged appearance, Leslie was never the one to be fearful to speak her mind whenever things went wrong or out of hand. She was also one of the wisest people Galwyn had come to known, she even treated him as if he were her own child; a feeling he felt from all the years. She was also an unofficial referee whenever these two were at each other's throats like a couple of rabid dogs. After a few minuets of awkward silence, both males let out heavy sighs, then looked to one another.

"Theodore . . ." Galwyn began slowly.

"Lad . . ." Theodore said in a low voice.

"I'm sorry!" Both said simultaniously.

"I just want to feel useless whenever someone needs help . . ." Galwyn murmured, his eyes back to the ground.

"And ah jus don' wantte see ye hurt is all." Theodore replied, placing a hand on the young man's shoulder. "You are still jus a wee lad, afterall."

"And you are still a wildcat."

Though evrything was tense at first, the three broke out in laughter; though sometimes they would argue, even if it were the smallest thing, Galwyn and Theodore still cared much for each other. Theodore was always strict when it came to combat training, to the point of questioning if the man was even human, but he still had a caring heart. When Galwyn once asked Theodore if he wanted to start a family, with wife and children, the man only replied that he had only ever loved one woman, but their love was never meant to be. Sensing that the matter was very personal, Galwyn promised never to bring up the subject ever again. After checking that there were no major injuries on Galwyn, and that he was all bandaged up, it was time for the two to be heading home. Walking through the marketplace, people from all around greeted and waved to Theodore, who would wave back and smile. People loved Theodore as he was one of many to risk his life for the protection of Bludhaven, something that has been the main priority since the Court of Owls laid siege to Gotham.

"Hey, Galwyn!"

Both males turned around to see a young woman who appeared to be the same age as Galwyn, give or take two years younger, rushed up to catch up with them. She had nice womanly figure with fair creamy-Caucasian skin, long dirt blonde-colored hair that reached her waist and was tied into a ponytail, bright crystal-green eyes. She wore a white long-sleeved shirt, brown leather vest, white pants, and black slip-on shoes. Slung over her right shoulder was a longbow and a quiver full of oak arrows. As she approached, both males could't help but let out loud exhales; the look on her face meant she wasn't in the best mood at the moment.

"Oh, morning, Amy." Galwyn greeted sheepishly.

"Don't you ''morning Amy" me, I've heard what's happened earlier!" Amy said accusingly. "Morning, Theodore, can we have a minuet, we've something important to discuss."

"It appears so." Theodore smirked, then proceeded to walk away. "I'll see ye back at the hut, lad."

Soon as the aged man disappeared into the crowd villagers, the woman, Amy, turned attention to Galwyn. "I heard what had happened earlier."

"Have you now?" Galwyn quipped sarcastically.

Ever since they were children, Galwyn could never remember a day when Amy Winston wasn't always quick to scold someone like a mother to her children. It was no later when Galwyn heard the fate of his dear mother and father that he met Amy. At first, in his grief, he wanted nothing to do with her or any other children from the village. But after she persistently asked what was wrong, he broke and revealed what happened. To his surprise, she revealed her mother passed away the day she was born. She was also the daughter of the huntsman, Alistaire O'Hara who was also very overprotective over Amy around strangers, but it was a relief to learn he and Theodore were old friends. Theodore even had Galwyn learn archery from Alistaire, but his skills were of no equal to Amy's sharp eye. Whenever Galwyn got into fights was when she'd really start to chew him out as if he were a loaf of bread, despite she'd occasionally get into just as much trouble whenever children spoke poorly of her mother.

"This isn't a joke, Galwyn! Those men were former guards, they had years worth of combat!" Amy hissed angrily. "You are very fortunate not to receive a tip of a blade through your flesh!"

"Then I would have gladly accept it!" Galwyn shot back. "I have already been through this with Theodore, I do not need your scolding to tell me what I did was right or wrong!"

"Pretty big talk from a boy who thinks he's a man!"

"Least I don't pretend to be a princess behind everyone's back!"

"Swine-head numbskull!"

"Damned shemale!"

Both glared intensely at each other for a good couple of minuets, then like what happened with Theodore, both Galwyn and Amy broke out in laughter. Like Theodore, Galwyn and Amy would get at each other's throats, but it didn't mean they wanted anything ill-fated to happen to one another. It only meant that they knew they were willing to help others, even if it meant going through immense pain to do so. Though she looked like any other delicate female, Amy was well versed in hand-to-hand combat, though not as skilled as Galwyn, she was formidable in her own way. Both began to make their way to Theordore' hut and reflect on how their lives were so far.

As they walked, Amy decided to strike up a conversation. "So, Galwyn, think Theodore will let you join in on one of his deliveries soon?"

Truth be told, Galwyn always dreamt of having an adventure ever since he was a young lad. After hearing the stories he heard from his father, mother and Theodore, he would always dream the same dream: traveling to lands far away, meeting others of various ethnicity, fending off any man or monster that he crossed paths with.

"Doubt it, the only action he gets is training soldier and guard trainees as well as throwing my arse all over the place." Galwyn replied. "If there is any opportunity for me, well . . . I just don't see it."

As he arrived at his hut, Theodore saw there were about four or five robed figures sitting on one of his wagons, the one he used for deliveries; a side job from teaching combat. Strange, he didn't remember any delivery request earlier, so what were these people doing on his property? As he got closer, he had a slight feeling these people meant business, but not the professional kind; something much more . . . dark. Nonetheless, Theodore was never the one to back away from danger, besides, this was where he lived and did business when not teaching combat.

Theodore walked up to the group, keeping on guard as he did. "Excuse me, gentlemen, may I help ye?"

Taking notice of the one who addressed them, one of the men stood and walked up to Theodore. "Good evening, are you Theodore Grant?"

"Aye, that he me. Is there anything I can help ye with?"

"Yes actually, you see, we were sent here to look for a certain individual."

This made the battle master's eyes narrow a bit. His business was either training people, or delivering for them, but never searching or locating anyone. Who were these men? Why were they coming to his hut in the first place?

"My apologies, gentlemen, but I'm afraid I canno' help ye."

The man didn't seem to take a hunt. "Oh, but you can, you can tell us where he is. You see, we were told that a young man of the same description we were given resides in this village."

"I find that very unlikely." Theodore remarked darkly.

"Then I will make it simple, we know he resides here, we know who he is, and you are going to tell us where he is if you value your life."

That did it. He comes to his hut, he got in his face, now he was he was giving out threats if he didn't say anything about Galwyn. If there was one of the many things that the Battle Master didn't take well too, above all else; it was threats.

"I don' think I like yer attitude." Theodore growled viciously low. "Now I'm gonna give ye an' yer friends two simple choices: get off of m'ah property, or be tied into human knots. I suggest you make you decision . . . Right now."

The leader of he group didn't seem all that afraid, which was his own mistake. "I was trying to be nice and diplomatic, but I see you do not respect life as you should. Kill him!"

The first of the men took out an Arabian scimitar and charged with intent to kill, but the seasoned Battle Master wasn't someone to take lightly. Almost in a flash, Theodore brought up his cane and effortlessly blocked/deflected every slash that came his way. Deciding it was enough, Theodore sidestepped a slash, then brought the cane down upon the back of the man's head. The aged Battle Master took a defensive stance as two more of the assailants drawing daggers and a long sword, then rushed at him. Theodore merely smirked as he grabbed the hilt of his cane, then pulled out . . . a sword! The blade itself was a two feet long single-edge that Theodore used to blocked one of the assailant's strikes. Using the "scabbard" of the cane as a bludgeon, Theodore struck the assailant at the side of the leg, stepped behind, then slit the bandit's throat. The assassin with the daggers try to gain payback for his fallen comrade by taking a few stabs at the aged swordsman, only to find his attacks parried and his slashes blocked with ease. The assailant charged once more, only to be met by a punch to the face, then a sharp pain through his sternum; seeing the Battle Master's blade penetrate through his flesh.

With two of the assailants dead, Theodore noticed the scimitar wielding assassin about to get back on his feet. With a simple slash to the man's back, the assassin fell limp back to the ground. Theodore turned to the two remaining assassins with a smirk. "Is that all ye got?! I though assassins were more skilled than this."

"Enough of this!" The lead assassin growled as he and the last of his comrades.

The next of the assassins was apparently more skilled than his comrades as he not only showed exceptional prowess in acrobatics, performing ten handsprins in a row, but also to be quite swift. Before Theodore could do anything, the assassin twirled before him, then proceeded to kick out of his hand. The aged Battle Master was baffled, but shooke it off and tried to go on the offensive with the "bludgeon" of his cane. This actions was futile as the assassin swayed and dodged every Attack that went his way. The assassin pressed on the offensive, but kicking Theodore's remaining weapon out of hand, the closed in with a thrust-kick to the chest. The aged warrior grunted as he stumbled back a bit, then was sent buckling to the ground after the assailant performed a sweep-kick. It was when Theodore was struck across the face with with a spinning-wheel kick that he realized these people meant business . . . but he would be damned if he allowed these bastards to lay a hand on Galwyn! The assassin through a punch at his downed opponent . . . when his fist was caught, even though the older man was facing away. The assassin through another punch with his other fist, but was met by the same result as the first. The assassin struggled a bit to free himself, but found the aged male before him was precisely stronger than he appeared.

The aged Battle Master slowly turned back to his opponent with a gleam in his eyes, spitting out blood from his mouth, then cracked his neck. "Now it's my turn . . ."

In one swift move, Theodore smashed the assassin's fist into his face, pulled him in and struck a hammer-fist into the back of one of the knees, then brought his elbow to the bridge of hiss opponent's nose. Dazed, the assassin regained his bearings, only to see the older warrior standing mere inches away. Before he could attempt any more acrobatics, Theodore slammed both his hands to the side of the assassin's head; placing the younger fighter into a much worse daze than he was before. Not allowing the assassin to recover, Theodore pulled him into a headlock, then turned his head very swiftly; snapping his neck in the process. This left him with the leader, both staring each other down. The remaining assassin reached behind his back and pulled out two unique looking shorts: a longsword and a short sword, both were single handed and double-edged, but had black blades and the arm guards were of arches that pointed away from the blades. The assassin made the first move and charged at Theodore, who managed to roll out of the way and reclaim both parts of his cane sword. Both Battle Master and assassin traded slashes, cuts and stabs, but neither had gained the upper hand. The assassin started to lose what little patience he had; he and his group were to be the best in their line of work. And not only this old bastard was still alive, but he had managed to retaliate their attack a well as slay his comrades. But their fight was far from over, the assassin was determined to see that his work be done, but was slowly losing his focus and allowed his judgement to be clouded by the calm smirk on the aged warrior's lips. Finally having enough of their little dance, the assassin let out an outraged wail, the tried to stab the olde fighter with both his swords. But Theodore was more than ready.

Soon as the assassin was close enough, Theodore side-stepped to the left, blocked both swords with his own, the spun it into a reverse grip; locking the assassin's arm in place. The Battle Master held locked the arms tightly, then brought down his "bludgeon" down upon the swords; shattering the blades completely. He then pulled the assassin in and slammed his forearm into his chest, clothes lining him. As the assassin fell to the ground, Theodore twirled his sword to his "bludgeon", the resheathed it in a way like a Katana. With his opponent out of commission, Theodore felt that it was high time he get some answers.

It was at that moment that both Galwyn and Amy appeared, having witnessed the Battle Master finishing off what left of his assailants. "Theodore!"

Theodore looked to see both Galwyn and Amy rushing to him, when the leader got back to his feet and attempt to stab Theodore with his broken sword . . .

CRACK!

This had caught everyone's attention as they saw the assailant's weapon airborne. Standing next to the assailant was another figure who facial features were hidden by a hood. He wore green and a cape with gold lining, a grey tunic that hand two red lines in the shape on an 'X', dark-blue cape, and black pants and boots. In his hands was a six foot longstaff, of which was used to knock the assailant's weapon out of his hands. The figure followed up as he struck to the assassin's gut, back of his right knee, causing him to buckle to the ground, then strike to the face. The assassin fell with a loud thud to the ground, letting out a cry of pain. Though the appearance of the new figure was somewhat unnerving, the aged warrior remained calm.

"I had it under control, J'onn." Theodore grumbled, but smirked.

"It is pleasant to see you as well, Theodore." The figure stated casually.

It was no sooner that the two were met up by Galwyn and Amy. "Theodore, are you alright."

"Come now, lad, I have been through man a war. I will not be taken down by some lowly bandits like these pansies." Theodore then pulled the lead assassin to his feet from his neck. "Now then, who sent you here. And what do they want with Galwyn?"

"Galwyn? Who are you . . ." The assassin then took notice of the mentioned individual. "No . .. This cannot be! He is the one who resides here?!"

"Of course he does! Who else would would?" Theodore snarled. "Now answer me question! Who sent you?!"

"No . . . NO! He was to reside in this village! He was to be hidden amongst these people!"

"Who is 'he'?" J'onn questioned.

"The last of the-UGH!"

Much to everyone's shock, the assassin, began to scream and shrivel violently. After a few minuets, he fell limp in Theodore's grasp. The Battle Master removed the man's hood, revealing him to be between his thirties and forties, his head clean-shaven bald as well a face; an odd looking tattoo on the crown of his head that went down to his forehead. The tattoo itself was of a grey skull with a ferocious serpent through the right eye. His eyes seemed to be a dark-brown that almost appeared to be black . . . or at least used to be for they were now glassy and bloodshot. Foam was even leaking out of his mouth.

Theodore placed a finger on the assassin's neck to see if he still had a pulse. "He's dead. Doubtless so are the other bastards."

"Hm, by the foam from his mouth, I'd say it was Curarè." J'onn concluded, inspecting the foam from one of the assassin's mouth.

"Curarè? But I thought it was used as an anesthetic." Galwyn questioned.

"Normally so, but too much can be as lethal as poison." Theodore replied, then straightened himself and releasing his grip on the corpse. "And I take it their presence is why you are here, eh J'onn?"

"Not directly. But there is a matter of utmost importance that we need to discuss." J'onn stated, taking off his hood. His appearance, to say in the least, would be come as a shock to any normal person. Among those were Galwyn and Amy, for the the reveal of the hood showed he had green skin and completely red eyes. "I bring a message from the Society; the time has come . . ."

Later That Night

In a small tavern not to far from Theodore's hut a lone figure, a man that appeared to be in his mid-forties, sat as he finished up a mug of ale. Wasn't a feast he hoped for and he knew he was still going to be hungry afterwards, but it would suffice till he reached his destination. The man himself was fairly muscled, despite his age, with chiseled facial features and a clean shaven head, bare skin all around. His attire was of a black long-sleeved shirt, black gloves, red robes, brown leather pants, and black boots. Slung over his left shoulder was a longsword with a blade of four feet in length and the leather handle two-in-a-half. After paying for the drink, he decided to take his leave. But stopped soon as he noticed another patron grab a waitress by the wrist and pull her to him. From all the mugs on his table, the stranger could tell the man very drunken to the point of being unreasonable. Example showed when he tried to force a kiss from the waitress, though she was resisting.

The man appeared to be half-dwarf for his short stature, long beard and body covered in hair, even his manner of brutish This gained the drunk man a scowl from the stranger, and it was high time he put a stop to the commotion. He grabbed at the wrist and twisted it as he pulled the drunk face-to-face, scowling viciously with dark intent.

"That. Is. Not. How. You. Treat. A. Lady." The man growled, then pulled the offender into a punch to the face.

The dwarfish man stumbled back a bit, but regained his composure as he charged at the taller man in blind rage. His attacks were sloppy and desperate, making them all the more easy to dodge or redirect. The smaller man's rage became so overwhelming that his hand grabbed the closest thing near his target; the other man's sword! Everyone around gasped and screamed as they made haste out of the range of the blade. It was fortunate that the small man's swordsmanship was no better than his fist fighting. Unfortunately, the taller man seemed to adapt as he defended himself with nor more than the scabbard as he traded slashes with his stolen sword. The dwarf took another stab at the taller man. The was a mistake as the taller man merely side stepped and extended his right arm out, clothes lining the dwarf in the face and causing him to fall to the ground. Dazed, the dwarf tried to get back on his feet, only to feel a sharp pain on the back of his head. After that, his whole world went black. Above him, standing victorious as he retrieved his sword, was the stranger.

The man set a pouch of coins on a nearby table. "For the damages.", he said then turned and walked away.

The waitress was the first to snap out of shock. "Wait, kind sir, what name do you go by?"

The stranger turned and gave a smirk. "I am Alfred, no more, no less."

Voices (with British, Scottish, ect. accents):

Josh Keaton (English) as Galwyn Ginnis

Graham McTaversh (Celtic) as Theodore Grant

Susan Blakeslee as Leslie Thompkins

Emmanuelle Chirqure (English) as Amy Winston

Michael Donovan (English) as Assassin Leader

Colin Salmon as J'onn

J.B. Blanc as Alfred

And there you have it, the first chap in LoS, hope it was enough to satisfy; I was kinda weening it a bit and had to do heavy research, but I'm pretty confident that I've done well enough. As I said before, if anyone that are experts on DC, doesn't matter who, has any pointers they're willing to share, do not hesitate to PM me. Well, with ought anything else to say, don't know what to say actually, I'll be on my way; stay cool an see ya later!