The knife obsessed Razor is the first of the Crow's hit list.
Chapter 5: Razor
An abandoned warehouse on the south side of Gotham. Sparks flew as Razor sharpened his knives.
"The perfect cutting edge of a knife can slice through a human head with no resistance." He talked to himself.
He held the knife with the blade facing upward, and dropped a tomato on the blade, and it cut clean in half.
"Perfect." He said wiping it off with a rag. He placed it on some hooks on the wall where hundreds of other knives were.
"Really," I remained from the shadows "you say that the perfect blade 'can slice through a human head with no resistance', and you test it on tomatoes?"
He grabbed a knife and got in a defensive stance. "Batman, I'm calling you out. Bring it on b****." An eerie laugh filled the room. "You're not Batman."
"What was your first clue," I asked "the fact that I laugh?"
I stood on the bottom of a walkway. He backed up toward me, "Where are you?!" he turned around.
"Boo." I said casually.
He screamed and fell on the ground. "You might be wondering how I'm able to stick to the bottom of this… well I don't know either. So just accept it." I jumped down.
"Stay away from me!" he stumbled backward.
"How am I supposed to kill you from back here?" I asked laughing. An epic knife fight followed, for every strike I made, he would block; for every strike he made, I would block.
"We're too evenly matched to defeat each other like this." I said.
"So," said Razor "You're giving up?"
"Not exactly." I said sheathing my knife.
Razor ran forward and stabbed me in the heart, I sighed in annoyance. Then I took the knife and stabbed him in the stomach. He doubled over and fell on the ground. He started to crawl backwards, toward his box of yet unsharpened knives.
"Take me in! Torture me! Send me to f***ing Arkham! Just don't kill me!" he pleaded.
"Criminals get punished," I said holding the knife upwards "dogs get put down."
With one quick thrust, I plunged my knife deep into his heart, killing him instantly.
"Please understand:" I said to the body "I hold you in the lowest respect."
The crow flew above, and the blood puddle became shaped like a crow.
I went to my garage, wiped the make-up off of my face. and slept in my bed.
You did well on the first step towards revenge, Haley's voice echoed in my dreams but you must remember; if anything happens to your crow, you will be left vulnerable to attack… you might even die.
I woke up hours later with sweat beading down my face. "F***," I said looking at the crow "you brought me back to life, and I have to keep you alive?!"
"YES!" it said. I walked toward the mirror and opened it, inside were five white cream and ten tubes of black lipstick.
"When did I stock up?" I asked starting to put on my face.
"LAST! NIGHT!" the crow said.
"Of course," I said "I am losing my mind."
"MAY! BE!" the crow said.
"What will happen when my revenge is fulfilled?" I asked.
"DEATH!" the crow said.
"Are you saying that if I kill the Joker, I will die?" I asked.
"YES!" the crow said.
"That is some bull-s***!" I said.
There was screaming outside the garage. "Now what?!" I asked.