A/N: Thanks for the reviews and comments Batman Dude, Blas, JokerFan2011, Owan and Psyche Castle! This chapter is short but it had to be a stand-alone.

Batman Dude - this chapter might answer your question. :)

Blas and Owan - I have looked up the movie but I haven't watched it yet. Thanks for the reminder!

Psyche Castle - thanks for that huge compliment!

Chapter 4:

Kirik walked through the cabin, out the front door and over to the van. He opened the passenger side door and, grabbing a small key from his back pocket, unlocked the glove box and retrieved his dark blue scrapbook. He closed everything and went back into the cabin – this was something he always did before fully diving into any job. He sat on the couch, put his feet up on the small table in front of him and opened the book to the first page.

This page was his least favorite but it was at the beginning so he would always remember why he had chosen this "career". It was a picture of his family but with a few adjustments drawn with a permanent marker by his own hand. There was his mother, her eyes wide and sad with tears, put there by Kirik, running down her cheeks. His father was standing above her and Kirik had drawn a face filled with fury and a small knife in the man's right hand – the one placed on his mother's shoulder. Kirik's eyes watered a little when he looked at his younger sister; only two years old in the picture and only four the day his father had gone on a rampage. Kirik had broken that day; the day he returned home from school only to find the bodies of the two people he loved the most dead on the kitchen floor and no sign of his father anywhere. That was also the day he had vowed to do anything necessary to find the man that was no longer related to him.

Kirik, at the tender age of ten, didn't know how or where to begin his search for revenge but he had made a promise to his sweet mother and adorable baby sister. He refused help from anyone and took to the streets, learning the ways of the world by quietly observing battles and wars between violent gangs and, sometimes, members of various mobs. He became a constant presence at the library, reading books about everything from medieval dungeons to military weapons and how to use them. He learned about the best ways to extract information from people and began practicing on little creatures made from sticks, straw and any food he could find that would squirt when hit with something. It took him eight years to perfect his techniques; eight long years of neglecting his search for his ex-father in order to be able to break the man when he finally found him.

Kirik shook his head and flipped the page to the picture of his first conquest. He still felt guilty about this one; the man was a horrible person but he was Kirik's first victim and, Kirik had realized long ago, that was when his soul had been lost forever. He had done the job well, however, and decided that his path was that of a vigilante: continually taking out bad guys and ridding the world of evil. It worked...until he was noticed by some of the bigger mob bosses. A kid should not be able to break henchman but he had won every time someone had challenged him. The boss of the most prominent mob was smart and offered Kirik a substantial amount of money to take down a witness in an upcoming trial. Kirik had declined – he only went after villains – but the amount continued to increase until it was too tempting for a man who had lived on the streets for half of his life. The first good guy he had broken took only three hours and other criminals began to hire him. He was now a paid "breaker" and nothing affected him anymore. He didn't care who he worked on, as long as he was paid well. That was when he had lost his real name; he couldn't even remember it anymore and that didn't bother him at all.

Kirik had been flipping through the scrapbook, staring at all the pictures from every job, as these memories were flying through his mind. He reached toward the table and grabbed the photo of the dirty, slightly bloody, glaring Robin and placed it on the last page of his book. The Boy Wonder was going to be the final one; his greatest triumph. He had often thought about taking on Batman but, when he had finally come to Gotham City and heard about a boy that the well-known hero was always talking about, he couldn't resist. He would be breaking a sidekick and hurting a hero at the same time! He wasn't getting paid for this one but he didn't care. This one was for himself; nobody else would ever be able to say that they had broken Batman's "unbreakable" sidekick. He would be glorified by villains everywhere and he would never be forgotten!

The one regret that Kirik had was the fact that he had abandoned his search for the man who had taken his family away from him. He had become too involved in the world of secrecy, darkness and money and hadn't kept his promise. It had been over thirty years, though, and the man was probably already dead or rotting in a prison somewhere.

He sighed, shut the scrapbook and closed his eyes. He could hear Batman yelling at his sidekick, who was probably scared out of his mind by now. This was a perfect plan – he could already see that the boy didn't want the older hero to be here with him. Breaking Robin was going to be his most impressive victory and he couldn't wait to see the results. Time to go work on that poster...