One Year Later
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Chapter 4: The Killer Strikes
In France…
Vivian and Constance D'Aramis were twin sisters who would exchange identities as the Crimson Fox, a French super heroine. Both sisters ran a very lucrative perfume company and both women loved Rex Mason, the hero Metamorpho. Right now, Constance was sitting at her desk, brushing her hair back. Vivian was out playing hero again, and the two had come up with this idea. Both wanted to be heroes, and, since people would tell whether it was twins playing two roles, they came up with the one role for the both of them.
Vivan came in at that moment, still wearing the Crimson Fox costume. She spoke to her sister in French,
I have never felt so alive, dear sister.
Constance chuckled,
You can be such a child, Vivian. Now, go get changed.
Vivian stuck her tongue out at her twin, but then scampered off to change. Constance still laughed and then went back to work.
Suddenly, there was a power outage for the building. The working twin grumbled,
Stupid fuse box. I insist on getting a portable generator, but-.
In the middle of her rant, a voice in the darkness said,
"Swish."
Before Constance had a chance to react to her assailant, her throat was slit. She struggled to breathe for a moment, but fell onto the glass table, making it crash.
Vivian, who was still changing in the bathroom, heard the crash. Getting partway decent, she exited the bathroom, calling out,
Constance? What happened?
She took a few steps and felt the glass underneath her feet. Vivian called out,
Constance, the table broke. Why are the lights out?
Vivian stepped closer and then felt something slick on the floor. She bent down and touched it.
It was blood.
The lights then suddenly came on and Vivian was horrified. She saw her sister's dead body and she frantically went for the phone.
However, before she could get a response, a voice behind her said,
"Swish."
Vivian could feel the burning pain in her throat as the knife cut it and she began gasping her air. She collapsed onto the floor and only managed to get a glimpse of her assailant before closing her eyes.
All she could see was a man in a black body suit and black trench coat. He seemingly jumped through the window and onto the pavement.
Two days later…
The brutal murders of the two perfume CEOs rocked not just the world, but also the Justice League as well. Batman was presently in the Bat-cave combing through the evidence. He had done so since he found out about the murders, but the Dark Knight was frustrated.
There was no forensic evidence. Nothing. It was as if this killer materialized in thin air, and disappeared again. Batman had even a scanner built by Mr. Terrific and Blue Beetle to detect teleporters, but nothing panned out. For once, the World's Greatest Detective could not figure it out.
Dick Grayson, the Titans Leader Nightwing, and former Robin, was with him, looking over everything,
"I don't get it, Bruce. This guy kills two fairly well-trained martial artists without so much as them defending themselves."
Batman said,
"Which means he or she took them by surprise. It would be odd, considering their senses would have detected another presence in the room with them."
The former circus acrobat thought for a moment before responding,
"Maybe he can negate powers and abilities, or alter perceptions people around him. Make himself appear non-threatening."
Batman nodded,
"That's possible. However he did it, we will find him. And we will make him pay."
Suddenly, there was a voice saying,
"Bang."
As both of the detectives turned, a shot rang out, hitting Grayson in the leg. The wound was not fatal, but it did take the acrobat off his feet. Batman glared at the assailant as he stepped out of the shadows, his gun drawn.
The mysterious gunman only said,
"Bang."
And, a shot rang out.
Next Chapter:
Batman vs. the mysterious killer, with Nightwing's life is on the line. Stay tuned, fellow readers!