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Chapter 3: This Isn't A Dream!
Raising my stick up I readied myself for a defense, but it wasn't needed. Instead of walking toward me, he walked past me toward me, he walked past me toward the post holding the T.D.E.S.P.H.T.L. He stood there for a few minutes, looking slightly zombie-like, before yanking it out and dropping to the ground.
"I'm gonna kill him." He promised menacingly to no-one in particular. His attitude seemed to change from that point. He began searching thru the ruins of the old house as if he finally had a purpose. I found myself captivated by this scraggly man whom had endured so much, although I wasn't sure why. Slowly approaching the man, I tried to talk with him.
"My name is DG, what's yours?"
Slowly turning toward me, he looked into my eyes as if he saw me for the first time since I let him out of the suit.
"Gordon, my name is James Gordon." He whispered turning away from me with his hands full of clothing, and began walking towards the backside of the house.
Following him a few paces behind, I noticed the large pond just beyond the house. Stopping where he was still out of sight, I turned to Penguin, "So, he just had to watch as his family was tortured over and over again all this time?"
"The most imaginative tortures are saved for those who resist Azkadellia's rule."
What kind of a sick place did I imagine? Just as I was beginning to question my sanity, I looked up and somehow what I saw made me realize this wasn't a dream.
A/N: So, yeah... I know this is short, but I just couldn't think of a better way to end it. To make up for it though, I will post another chapter, maybe even a few more tonight.