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Ch 4 On My Own
"Hey, new fish."
Dick woke up from his sleep and looked to see 3 guys standing at his cell door. They were all teens who were in for 'adult crimes'.
Dick noticed they were all armed. Two carried a bat and one carried a pipe.
One of them stepped forward, who Dick guessed was their leader, tapping his bat, trying to intimidate Dick.
"Welcome to my block." He said as he swung the bat towards Dick, only to miss and hit the bed as Dick jumped away from the attack before it landed. Confused the boy turned and saw Dick standing near the end of the bed.
"The guy's like a fucking grasshopper!" Said one of the boy's goons.
Using this chance Dick ran toward the leader of the group and delivered a devastating kick to his face.
KRAK
The sound was loud enough to be echoed across the room and the boy dropped to the ground hard with blood spurting off his face. The other two boys were shocked as their leader was taken out in one hit, yet they still charged forward, hoping they could outnumber Dick and take him down. Yet it was futile as Dick quickly appeared in front of one of the boys and punched him before he could react, at the same time Dick deliver another devastating kick to the other boy knocking both of them down.
You defeated 3 juveniles!
You gain 60 XP
Dick lazily read the screen before swiping it away, annoyed that his sleep was interpreted by the three stooges. Not to mention the lowest XP he's ever received from combat. And that's with three of theirs combined.
As he was about to call the guards to report the attack, a guard was already in front of his cell with a baton in hand.
"Ah perfect, I would like to rep-" but before Dick could even finish his sentence, the guard slammed the baton on Dicks head.
-18 HP
Now Dick could've avoided the hit easily even in his sleepy state. But then again, it would only invite more trouble with the guards and he already has enough trouble with the inmates.
So like the good little convict he was, he stood patiently and did nothing as he was hit with the baton. He fell on the floor, grabbing his head with both arms, acting as if he was hurt and was lifted from the floor by the guard gripping his shirt.
"Because of little shits like you doing whatever you want, I can't get enough sleep and have to deal with your shit!" The guard spat.
"Isn't that your job?" Dick said, wiping the spit from his face after the guard's outburst.
The guard stared silently at Dick for a few seconds before his face turned red and Dick could've sworn there was steam coming from his ears.
"So you want to be a smartass is that it? Alright, let me show you what happens to smartasses around here." The guard roughly turned Dick and cuffed him then shoved him out of his cell.
"Could you at least let me explain what happen back ther-" and yet again, Dick was unable to finish his sentence as the guard shoved him again.
"What's there to explain other than you being a smartass?" The Guard said.
At this point, Dick knew that the guard was beyond reasoning, so he remained quiet while the guard was dragging him to god knows where. But where was the fun of that? So instead he decided to provoke the guard seeing it as a way to get him back from the blow earlier.
"I don't get why you're angry about this, didn't your dumbass choose this job knowing that shit like this happen, or did you really think that being a guard means that you get to sit around and do nothing all day ya lazy bastard?"
Silence surrounded them after Dicks remark and he could feel the guard loosen his grip on him.
…"what?" The guard said in a low whisper, but Dick could feel a hint of anger in his voice.
"I mean really, did you think getting a job like this in Gotham, the home of lunatics, was going to be simple? Man, you really are a dumbass and a lazy one too."
"You got a death wish or something kid?" The guard spoke with more anger than before. Seriously any more and the guy turns into a tomato.
"Nah, I'm just stating the obvious, but then again your probably too dumb to know, probably from all the fat clogging your brain." Dick was then slammed into a door.
-7 HP
"Whoops sorry, I couldn't tell if that was a door, probably because I'm such a dumbass huh." The guard said grabbing Dicks hair and slamming him face-first onto the metal door.
-17 HP
-23 HP
-16 HP
The guard stopped his assault on Dick and made him turn his head to face him.
"Now seeing as I'm a generous guy, I can make all this go away, all you have to do is just say I'm sorry for running my mouth and I'll be a good little bitch, got that?"
"Heh" Dick chuckled, looking at the confused guard as if he had told him a funny joke.
"The fuck are you laughing at freak!?"
"Generous my ass, you just want to doze off you lazy fuck."
Having enough the guard punched Dick in the face, then opened the door and tossed him inside.
"This is where you'll spend the rest of your week in punk, I suggest you get comfortable." The officer said closing the cell door.
"Hey, you forgot the handcuffs!" Dick shouted, but there was no response.
"Asshole." Dick stood up and looked at his new surroundings. The cell he was in was completely dark, there were no windows on the walls or any small cracks. He was completely isolated from the light. Yet despite the darkness isolating his vision, Dick could still see perfectly fine thanks to his years of training with the Court and a little help from his meta-gene. Oh yeah, that's right, he has mete-gene that grants him night vision. It's not a new gene it's from an old one, well technically part of the old one.
[Talons Blood] (Lv. Max) (Passive)
Like the metal liquid flowing through the blood of the Talons. Electrum is a compound that was first discovered by Doctor Leviticus who used it to bring back the Talons from the dead and is now perfected by Mr. Freeze. It can increase the speed, strength, and durability of its users tenfold and can also heal from any injury instantaneously as well as granting the user the ability to see in the dark. Unlike many Electrum users, Talons Blood contains pure Dionesium which means the user does not turn into a state of both living and dead and does not need to depend on more Electrum to continue functioning.
300 points added to STR
300 points added to VIT
300 points added DEX
300 points added to HP Regan
5 seconds for full HP Regan
Grants the user Night vision
So yeah, that's a thing now, it wasn't there before but he's not going to complain about that. If his ability is giving him free powers then he will gladly accept it. As the saying goes, don't look a gift horse in the mouth. Anyways with this, he should be able to look through the darkness with ease. Still, he was really lucky the guard was an idiot, after getting hit in the face several times you were bound to bleed. Be it a broken nose, broken teeth, or just spitting out blood, yet the guard didn't notice and that was a good thing. He shouldn't have provoked the guy, but after everything that's happened, he just needed an outlet. Despite what the [Gamer's Mind] tells him. Sure it calms him down, but thinking of Tony got him always gets him riled up and angrier than the angry birds.
And they're always angry.
But keeping his mete-gene open may seem like a risk but it was a necessary one. He's in juvie after all, he could get shanked in his sleep despite all his training, or get shot at, this is Gotham after all, so keeping his powers on seemed like a better choice than dying. Anyway the cell had nothing, not even a toilet seat so he better pick a corner for when he does his stuff. There was also no bed but that wasn't an issue, after all he lived in a circus. But now that's all out of the way, time for some practice. Dick jumped, bringing his knees to his chest and pulling his arms forward allowing him to move them easier. He could just rip off the cuffs with his super strength but that would probably cause more trouble with the guards than he already has. An idea popped up in his head and decided that this might be the best course of action. He dislocated his thumbs and easily removed his hands from the cuffs. Though he had to do it fast since you know accelerated healing. Once he was done he placed the cuffs in his inventory and would only get it out if that Dick of an officer shows up.
Alright, nothing too serious, just something that won't cause too much noise, Dick thought as he got into his fighting stance. Some shadowboxing with [Hamon] should do the tri-
"WelL Arn'T yoU jUSt a loVelY TrEAT?"
Dick immediately turned around and saw nothing but the colorless walls of his cell.
Could he have imagined that, no maybe it was just an inmate next door who probably heard the discussion between him and the guard. He probably just wants to mess with Dick after being locked up in isolation for who knows how long.
Ignoring the comments of the prisoner, Dick got back into his stance and was about to throw a [Hamon] punch-
"And YOuR sMEll is SOO inToXicAtIng"
The voice was whispered so close to Dicks ear causing him to put his back behind the cell's door.
"Where is the sound coming from." He thought distressed. "I looked around the room and still can't find shit."
Up, down, left, right, hell he even looked behind him seeing as how it was impossible for someone to whisper something so close to you yet not being there.
Dick knew of only one person who could accomplish something like this.
Talon.
He experienced something like this during another of their friendly spars, and got the shit kicked out of him, but it was in a wide area and this is in a small cell.
Yet he was the only one that came into Dicks mind, maybe the Court decided to speed things up and sent Talon to take him given that the leverage they had over him was gone. That was the logical conclusion that he thought of.
However something was bothering him.
The voice...it sounded strange, almost as if it was distorted, could it be another Talon instead of his dear old gramps, or could it be something else?
Dick heard rumors from the inmates during lunchtime, that people who get sent to solitary confinement come back different. They would look thin it's as if they had starved for years, yet they only stayed for a couple of days. Or that they would have a terrified expression as if they had seen a ghost and keep looking back as if something would be back for them. When asked about what happened there they would reply with only one word.
Demon.
Yet Dick didn't believe in these rumors let alone see any of the inmates that came back from isolation. Probably due to the fact that most of them committed suicide, he heard from some guards talking about it near his cell, about how inmates who would come back would just normally kick the bucket. They only did that so they could bet on whether they would live or die. Still, Dick doesn't believe it has anything to do with demons or whatnot, he thought that they just realized how fucked up their lives are and decided to take the easy way out. Basically what he is trying to say is that they were physiologically weak to face reality.
But now Dick was starting to think the inmates might be up to something.
"DOnt WOrry LittLe ChilD I wonT bITe, aT lEaSt nOt ThAt HArD." The voice said mockingly.
Dick kept his guard up ready for any attack, but what came next was no attack.
Instead he saw a cloud of shows swirling together from the ceiling and out of the shadows came a hand. The hand was long and had sharp claws as long as Dicks fingers. Then the rest of the arm appeared and Dick noticed that it was long, very long and it was so thin to the point that there was barely any flesh covering it. Then the other arm appeared both of them placed onto the ceiling, pulling itself out of the shadow, showing itself towards Dick.
Its skin was all black and dark as if it was the shadow itself, yet at the same time, its skin seemed as if it was melting and still able to hold on. Its face however, was hard to see given how its melting skin seemed to cover most of it, the only visible things were its eyes and mouth giving Dick a clear view of its sinister smile.
"oH LiTLE ChiLd dONT Be AFRaid I onLy WIsh To pLAY." The creature said with glee.
Dick wasted no time and checked this creature's stats.
Drolmadoth
Title: Low-Class Demon
Race: Demon
Level: 100
HP: 7000/7000
MP: 9000/9000
STR: 80
VIT: 300
DEX: 500
INT: 100
WIS: 40
CHA: 20
LCK: 13
Weakness: Vulnerability to Theology, Exorcism, Vulnerability to Cold, Vulnerability to iron, Light, Hamon.
Bio: Drolmadoth was summed from hell by an inmate who had some knowledge of the occult in this very cell by drawing a summoning circle with his blood. Hopping the demon would grant him the power to escape, the demon agreed to help the inmate on the condition of granting him the souls of others. Agreeing to the condition, the demon opened the cell door only to kill the inmate as soon as he had taken his step first step out of the cell. The demon decided to remain in the cell after the inmate informed it of where they were and that no one would care if some inmate died in prison, before he himself died, talk about irony.
Dick...didn't know how to process this. This was new territory for him. Sure he dabbled with the supernatural, but something from hell, now that's a first. Still, he kept his guard up and watched the creature closely. This thing was from hell who knows what it can do?
Yet there is something that doesn't make sense.
The creature saw Dick taking a stance and began to smile.
"oH yOu LoOk sO adOrAblE, yOu rEALLY thInK tHAt a KId LIkE yoU cAn sTAnd Up tO mE? YOu'Re bRaVer tHan MOst Of thE InmTEs hEre I wiLL GiVe You tHat BuT BrAveRy CAn oNlY TakE yOu sO fAr." The creature said smiling widely, showing off its sharp teeth.
"Are you…a demon?" Dick finally spoke, getting the demon's attention.
The demon looked even more pleased as Dick said these words.
"NOw nOw ChILD DonT BE afRaid, AltHoUGh I GUEss yOU cAnt hElp iT seEIng AS iTs YouR fiRst TimE seeiNG A DEmon." Drolmadoth said with even more glee, enjoying every moment of the child's "fear".
"BuT DOnT WorRy ChiLD, SEeINg As hOW I'm A gEnErous DeOmN I WiLl MAKe iT swiFt And TAke As muCH oF yOuR souL aS I cA-"
"Seriously you're a demon?"
Drolmadoth stopped its chattering and looked at Dick with a confused expression.
Instead of expecting the look of fear from the child, what the demon saw was a look of…disappointment?
Yes, disappointment is what Drolmadoth saw on his face.
And Drolmadoth was at a loss for words as to why Dick had that look.
"After hearing all that shit you said." Dick continued catching Drolmadoth off guard. "I expected my grandpa or another undead assassin, but instead, heh." Dick chuckled. "I get a fake demon."
…."WHat?" Drolmadoth said still unable to process how a simple child just scoffed him off as a fake.
"What's hard to understand? You got the looks and the talk, but other than that you ain't shit, hell my great grandfather is tougher than you and he ain't a real demon. "
Truth be told his undead grandpa was way worse than a demon but that's not the point.
Hearing all this, Drolmadoth began fuming. How could, no, how dare this child make a mockery out of him. He offered mercy promising only to take a portion of the child's soul, but now all he wants to do is hurt the child in the slowest and most painful way possible.
"I offErD YoU mErCy boY, BUt It SEems yOu Arn'T wortHY oF mY gRatitudE." Drolmadoth spoke, with pure anger, replacing the glee he had before.
{Quest Created}
The Thing that lurks in the shadows
Objective: Defeat the demon Drolmadoth.
Bonus Objective: ?
Rewards: Still get to keep your soul, unlocks the [Perk Section], 80,325 XP.
Bonus Rewards:?
Dick ignored the message and kept antagonizing the demon, he doesn't need his ability to tell him to fight the demon, he already decided that he will fight it without his abilities permission.
Although he does appreciate the gifts he receives from it.
Dick scoffed looking at the demon with a bored expression on his face.
"Please, I had worse threats from my dead old man."
Without any warning, the demon luged its long arms towards Dick hoping to crush him into paste, but Dick immediately ducked under its attack and dashed towards the demon blindspot. The demon saw Dick charging towards him and tried to dodge him. He doesn't know why but for some reason his instincts are telling him to avoid the child's attack, Drolmadoth tried to move to the side, but Dick was faster. By the time the demon realized Dick was under him, it was too late.
Dick delivered a powerful punch infused with [Haomn] onto the demon's guts.
"[Hamon]!" Yelled Dick as he sent the demon flying towards the wall.
Attack was super effective causing double damage (2x100)
Drolmadoth is suffering from [Burning] Effect!
Status: -20 HP per second
-50% Mobility
-200 HP
"UgHGHE!" Drolmadoth shrieked in pain as he held his melting stomach.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, what the hell just happened," Dick thought as he stared at the melting stomach of the demon.
He knew it had a weakness to his [Hamon] but to have this much of an effect on a real life demon.
Well this is just absurd, yet he didn't care, if he could do that much damage with his level 19 [Hamon], what else could it do if he leveled it up more?
Could he burn the creature with one hit?
Could he paralyze the creature instantly?
Could he rip the creature's head off if he added more pressure to his attack?
As Dick pounded on the many ways to brutally kill the demon, a thought had occurred to him. What if he used his other abilities on the demon? Sure he talked shit to it calling it a fake and whatnot, but that was to throw him off his game, and besides being a powerful meta-human being trained by an undead assassin who was much more powerful than the demon in front of him, is his everyday life, so encountering a demon at this point wasn't much of a surprise. Plus he met a yeti so yeah. No surprise.
Yet here is a demon, something from hell, that took the souls of many inmates causing them to commit suicide. A creature that would cause any normal person to piss their pants just from the mere sight of it.
And now it's on the ground holding what's left of his stomach from just one punch.
A punch he delivered.
An evil grin appeared on Dicks face as he looked at his new "test subject" to see what other things his abilities can do.
The demon was now trembling with fear. He came out expecting to find easy prey and what else is easier prey than a 12-year-old child? But instead he met something that could hurt him and possibly kill him. He had to kill him as soon as possible before it's over for him.
The demon leaped at Dick swinging its long claws at him, but Dick ducked under its attack and delivered another [Hamaon] attack.
"[Hamon]!"
Attack was super effective causing double damage (2x150)
Drolmadoth is suffering from [Burning] Effect!
Status: -20 HP per second
-50% Mobility
-300 HP
"AHhhA!" screamed Drolmadoth as he was hit yet again with another attack.
Drolmadoth held the right side of his stomach as he felt his skin dissolving. Dick grinned at the sight of the boiling black goo of the demon's skin falling off of Drolmadoth. He saw Drolmadoth running towards the wall probably going to disappear into it like how he appeared through it. Using his enhanced speed plus channeling [Hamon] through his feet, Dick jumped towards the demon and stomped at its long back.
-Attack was super effective causing double damage (2x100)
Drolmadoth is suffering from [Burning] Effect!
Status: -20 HP per second
-50% Mobility
-200 HP
"AhHHHA!" Cried Drolmadoth as he felt his back being crushed under Dicks feet.
"Hehehe" Dick chuckled as he couldn't believe his luck. The cell wasn't big meaning Drolmadoth would've gotten away with just a couple of more steps, but thankfully he couldn't get away fast enough because of his injury and because of his said injury Drolmadoth was clutching his stomach and bending his back making it easier for Dick to attack a very long demon, not to mention that the cell hight was just enough for Dicks jump.
He really should invest some points in his luck if this keeps up.
Dick's thoughts were cut off by Drolmadoth's cries of pain, curious about his test subject's state, Dick checked Drolmadoth's status.
Drolmadoth
Title: Low-Class Demon
Race: Demon
Level: 100
HP: 6040/7000
MP: 9000/9000
STR: 80
VIT: 300
DEX: 500
INT: 100
WIS: 40
CHA: 20
LCK: 13
Weakness: Vulnerability to Theology, Exorcism, Vulnerability to Cold, Vulnerability to iron, Light, Hamon.
Status: [Burning] Effect -20 HP per second.
He still has a huge amount of health yet he looks like hell, no pun intended. Does HP not affect your overall state or is it only himself? As Dicks curiosity got the best of him he did not notice the arm slamming into his head causing him to fly away from the demon.
-87 HP
"ARK" Dick grunted as he was slammed to the wall, the attack was rushed and didn't have much strength still he shouldn't have let his guard down, he's fighting a demon, although it's weaker than his grandpa doesn't mean he'll be an easier opponent. This thing got magic, so who knows what kind of spells the demon got under his sleeve.
"YOu lIttLE ShiT IM GoiNg tO rIp YoU intO PieCEs!" The enranged demon shouted. As he ran towards the wall and discarded into it.
Dick cursed under his breath as the creature disappeared, he looked around the room scanning for any sudden movements.
-68 HP
"ARGH!" Screamed Dick as his back was cut by something long and fast.
Dick turned around in instinct and felt another quick slash on his left leg.
-40 HP
Then another on his right arm.
-36 HP
Then on his cheek.
-31 HP
Then on his chest.
-83 HP
And the slashes kept coming and coming causing Dick down on his knees, covering his face trying to protect himself from the sudden attacks.
-55 HP
-23 HP
-79 HP
-96 HP
The attacks aren't much but they hurt like hell and if this keeps up then this could be a problem, luckily Dick won't have to wait for that long.
Ever since Drolmadoth disappeared into his shadow realm his speed increased, and with that increased speed, he does a quick attack and retreats back into the shadows. This sudden increase in speed could be the demon's special magic whenever he disappears. If only his [observation] skill could have explained the demon's skill in detail he wouldn't be in this mess in the first place.
Still, he has a plan to get out of this situation. He patiently watched as the demon kept slashing him bit by bit. And when the demon appeared once more with its arm reaching up ready to attack once more. The opportunity Dick was waiting for presented itself.
"[Mana Shelid]!"
A blue orb surrounded Dick, engulfing him completely. Drolmadoth face was rammed into the sphere causing him to stop his attack momentarily. Dick deactivated his shield and threw a ball of fire right into the demon's face.
"[Fireball]!"
-210 HP
"AhGRg!" shrieked the dark demon in pain.
Dick pressed on with his attack and jumped onto the demon and with quick reflexes, he managed to get to the demon's back and performed a chokehold and with a quick chant, the golden aura of [Hamon] was covering his hands.
"UgRRGh" The demon gagged as he felt the burning pressure tightening around his neck. Fearing for his life the demon tried to sink into the floor, trying to disappear back into the shadows, but Dick would not allow that and instead added more pressure on the demon's neck causing the demon to halt its escape.
Demon or not, it needed air to move, even if it was trying to sink into the ground.
And Dick was making sure he wouldn't get any of it.
"PlzEee." The demon choked out.
"Hahaha" Laughed Dick, "Demon? Yeah right."
-6908 HP
SPLUCH
And just like that Dick snaped Drolmadoth's neck hearing the wet squelchy sound instead of bones, which kind of made sense given the demon's appearance, and watched as the demon's body fell, lying motionless on the floor before its body disintegrated into a cloud of dark smoke.
Dick wasn't sure if this was normal when a demon dies or if Drolmadoth pretended to be dead and escaped. Either way, his ability would confirm whether he has killed the demon or not.
{Quest Complete}
The Thing that lurks in the shadows
Objective: Defeat the demon Drolmadoth.
Bonus Objective: Kill the Demon Drolmadoth.
Rewards: Still get to keep your soul, unlocks the [Perk] option, 80,325 XP.
Bonus Rewards: Special event triggered.
Level Up
Level Up
You can now access the [Perk] option. Perks are special bonuses that give you unique and special abilities that enhance you even more. You can receive perks from either certain, actions, special quests or from leveling up.
Based on your previous actions before receiving the [Perk] option, you have received certain perks.
Perks Gained:
[Enginer]
To be able to create, destroy or design machines.
15% increase in build speed.
20% increase effectiveness.
10% increase in INT and WIS.
[Assasian]
You were trained to be one with the shadows and to strike at your enemies when they least expect it.
50% in stealth.
50% in critical strike.
50% in silent takedowns.
50% in stealth kills.
[Survivor]
Despite the cruelties life has thrown at you, you still stand strong, ready for what comes next.
Allows you to redistribute your HP/MP/WP if one of these stats reaches zero.
[Orphan]
Victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
+10% reputation gained with other orphans.
[Last of The Flying Graysons]
You are the last survivor of the flying Graysons despite that your wings still spread ready to fly.
+10% reputation with circus performers.
25% increase in [Acrobatics].
When Dick thought he began to understand his ability a bit, it just surprises him again and again and shows just how complex it is. Dick looked over the new information trying to understand more about the [Perk] option only to pause as he read the last perk.
Last of The Flying Graysons.
He frowned as memories of his parents came into his mind. They were just a normal family like any other family. They worked in a circus and never did anything wrong. The only crime they ever did was give birth to him. Because of him, their lives turned to hell and they were constantly threatened to keep Dick in their Talon clutches. And when he finally found a possible way to get them out of this hell, only for an old co$ksucking fu$ktard to just off them cause he wanted a little pocket change.
The thought of that Zucco caused Dick to rage like never before only for it to go away thanks to his [Gamer's Mind]. Once he was calm Dick noticed something else that perked his attention.
"Special event triggered?" Dick read puzzled about a unique reward. After all, he never had anything like this before.
"So….are you going to tell me about this special event?" Dick asked the screen waiting for a reply.
For a while now Dick began trying to communicate with his ability, seeing if there really was something or someone in there.
Sure trying to talk to a floating screen that gave you superpowers sounds crazy, which he already is, but based on its snarky replies and its actions, Dick couldn't help but feel as if this thing was actually alive.
Like an artificial intelligence, but not the one you hear on your phone or computer, it's more like the ones you see in movies and given the world Dick lives in what's to say the difference between fiction and nonfiction. So trying his theory, he tried communicating with it for a couple of days now, but just like every time, Dick is greeted with the familiar eerie silence.
Dick sighed and gave up on the idea and looked around the room again.
Yes, the demon was dead but what's to say there isn't another demon lurking around. He kept his guard up and proceeded to look around the room. He cursed the Gothams Juvenile Services for putting him into this mess. Those selfish basterds just took him for show and threw him when they were done. The thought of how all this happened still pissed him off.
Flashback
Inside Halys Trailer
"Look, this situation isn't suitable. The boy can't stay here." Spoke an elderly woman. She had glasses and had her hair tied in a bun and wore a very expensive-looking suit.
"Juvenile Services is only interested in the boy's best interest." continued the lady while looking at her watch as if had something better to do.
"But we're as much his family as anyone else." Spoke the circus fat women.
"So I heard." Spoke the social worker with an apathetic tone.
"Look, after what happened tonight the boy needs family this soon after his parents dying and all." Haly spoke trying to convince the social worker that they would be enough to take care of Dick.
The social worker not convinced by Halys statement continued.
"This was a fine, albeit unusual home for Richard while his parents were around. But that's no longer the case. Richard will be better off in foster care. And he is currently in Gotham, which means our department will see to him."
"But mam-"
Whatever Haly was about to say was cut short by an officer clearing his throat. Haly looked at the officer behind the social worker, who was casually drinking his coffee while giving Haly a look that said stop.
Haly wanted to say something but was stopped when he felt someone grabbing his shoulder. He turned around to see Clayton Williams, the circus Strongman, he shook his head, telling Haly to stop. Haly was still determined to say his part yet the look from Clayton told him everything. They weren't in Metropolis or Central City, they were in Gotham where one wrong word could get you in trouble. Even if it was the police, and Haly did not want to risk the circus because of his actions. So instead he clenched his fists and kept quiet.
Who knows maybe this is for the best is what Haly thought, thinking that the Court won't be able to get Dick now if he was placed under Gothams Juvenile Services. They don't have that much power….right?
"Dick."
Everyone turned and saw Dick standing at the doorway of the trailer.
"Excuse me." The service woman said with a mixture of confusion and anger in her voice.
"My name is Dick ma'am everybody calls me Dick." Dick Grayson said. "I'm ready to go now if that's ok with you."
The Service women remained quiet for a few seconds, probably trying to calm down from the previous comment, before continuing.
"I see very well Dick, we will be leaving immediately I hope you have your bags ready and I must inform you of the rules before-"
"I will just say my goodbyes to the rest of my family before I leave", Dick said walking right past the service lady and towards his family.
The service lady was furious and she tried to hide her anger, but the thought of an 8 year old getting the best of her was something she was not fond of, yet she controlled her anger otherwise she would be no different from these circus freaks.
Dick went and hugged the people he knew his whole life. With every hug, they would tell him that he was welcome any time and that if he needed anything they were always there. When he hugged Clayton Williams, the man hugged him tightly and told Dick that he would miss him.
"It won't be the same without you Dicky." Clayton said.
"Don't worry I will be fine, I will be in safe hands but you guys gotta up your game now that I won't be around, it would be sad to hear that Halys circus isn't doing well just because their star attraction was gone now would it?" Dick smirked.
1 point added to CHR
"Really, giving points while I'm trying to say goodbye?" Dick thought annoyed that his ability was butting in his final goodbyes to his family yet at the same time he was welcome to free points.
What, sure this is a sad moment, but let's not forget about the secret undead organization and the possibility that Zucos gang comes back to finish the job, so every point counts.
Literally.
"Hehe, even at times like these you still joke around," Clayton said while embracing Dick once more. "I'll miss you kid."
"Me too." Dick hugged back then walked towards Haly.
Haly looked at Dick with saddened eyes and got on Dicks level.
"Son, I know I wasn't much help when you needed me the most but despite you are always welcome here." Dick knew what Haly meant by not being able to help, yet still, Dick hugged him without a care in the world.
"I'll miss you boss." Haly couldn't help it and hugged back with tears in his eyes. "I'll miss you too kiddo."
With his goodbyes said Dick left the trailer with the service lady and the officer as they made their way to the officer's car. Dick checked their status earlier to see if they were related to the Court but thankfully they were normal. They drove right to Gotham Youth Center and told him they had the best intentions for him. Sounds nice right?
But remember this is Gotham, and in Gotham, that nice and caring sentence has a different meaning.
We don't know what to do with you so we'll toss your ass in juvie we call an orphanage and forget you ever existed.
Present Day
And so that's how he ended up in here. All these promises were just what they were, promises.
For the next hour, Dick scanned the room, ready for another demon attack. After finding nothing Dick sat down and rested for a bit before opening his status.
Dick Grayson
Title: Ruler of the Mountain
Race: Meta-Human
Level: 29
HP: 50690/50690 (1512 Regen Per 5 Seconds)
MP: 47000/47000 (1480 Regan Per Minute)
WP: 60690/60690 (1480 Regan Per Minute)
STR: 303 + [Talons Blood] = 300 = 603
VIT: 200 + [Talons Blood] = 300 = 500
DEX: 501+ [Talons Blood] = 300 = 801
INT: 402
WIS: 372
CHA: 311
LCK: 200
EXP: [45.62]
Points: 98
HP(100) * (Vitality)
HP Regan = STR * 4+ [Talons Blood] = 300 =906
MP(100) * INT
MP Regan = WIS * 4
WIP(100) * STR
WIP Regan = WIS * 4
Bio: Dick Grayson is the son of John Grayson and Mary Grayson, who are both performers in Haly's Circus. Being the great-grandson of Wiliam Cobb, he was groomed into becoming the next Talon for the Court. But Dick refused the idea of becoming a weapon for the Court and used his ability to gain strength in order to escape from the Orders Clutches.
Everything looked good, Dick then wanted to check his perks again and as if reading his mind it appeared in front of him.
Perks:
[Enginer]
To be able to create, destroy or design machines.
15% increase in build speed.
20% increase effectiveness.
+2 points increase in INT and WIS per level.
[Assasian]
You were trained to be one with the shadows and to strike at your enemies when they least expect it.
50% in stealth.
50% in critical strike.
50% in silent takedowns.
50% in stealth kills.
[Survivor]
Despite the cruelties life has thrown at you, you still stand strong, ready for what comes next.
Allows you to redistribute your HP/MP/WP if one of these stats reaches zero.
[Orphan]
Victory has a thousand fathers, but defeat is an orphan.
+10% reputation gained with other orphans.
[Last of The Flying Graysons]
You are the last survivor of the flying Graysons despite that your wings still spread ready to fly.
+10% reputation with circus performers.
25% increase in [Acrobatics].
Damn was all Dick thought as he saw his perks again. The [Enginer] and [Assasian] perks would help him in the long run. Building and dismantling objects quickly and taking down enemies as fast as possible is something he needed at the moment. But then his eyes went to the other perk [Last of The Flying Graysons].
For a moment Dick felt sadness but then he steadied himself and remember the task at hand, there was no time to be reminiscing about the past, it would only hinder him after all he had a revenge quest to do.
A Couple of Days Latter
The sound of keys jiggling was heard as the metal door scraped the floor.
"Wakie, wakie you miserable rat." The voice of the guard was heard. Dick covered his eyes from the sudden light, it took a few moments for Dicks eyes to readjust as he walked towards the exit.
"Finally." Dick thought, thinking he would go back to his cell after spending some time in solitary confinement. He just finished knowing the layout of the building and was planning his escape in the morning seeing as he doesn't want to run into any individuals dressed up as furries, specifically owls and bats in the middle of the night, but was rudely halted due to some edgy teens thinking they're hot shit. Not to mention waking him up when he just slept. Then gets thrown into a condiment cell cause some fat ass was too lazy to do his job. He could get out of the solitary by brute force or swiping the keys of the guard but that would bring him more problems he didn't want to deal with. So the best course was to wait till he gets back to his cell. That way if he left quietly without anyone noticing he would be able to escape without alerting anyone, plus no one would care if some kid just suddenly disappeared from here.
Dick noticed they walked past his cell block.
"Hey, where are we going?"
"Vist room, some detectives got some questions for ya."
Dick wondered what these detectives needed from him, he already told everything he knew when the police interviewed him. What else do they need from him?
Upon reaching the visitation room a screen popped up.
[Special Event Triggered]
Take out the trash
Objective: Zucco sent out his men to take you out so that nothing could pin him to the murder of the Graysons. Prove him otherwise.
Reward: ?
Oh, this answers his questions, plus what the special event reward was about. Zucco finally decided to make a move and boy did that give Dick the opportunity he was looking for.
He checked the status of the 4 detectives in front of him to see what he was dealing with.
Trent Tidey
Zuccos undercover cop
Level: 10
Jefferson Curbelo
Zuccos undercover cop
Level: 13
Russell Halse
Zuccos undercover cop
Level: 13
Jacoby Blockmon
Zuccos undercover cop
Level: 11
One of the detectives walked to the guard and patted Dicks shoulder.
"Thanks for bringing the kid, we just have a few questions for him for the Graysons case and were hoping taking him back to the circus might jog a few memories, don't worry we'll bring him back before dinner." The detective named Russell said with a reassuring smile.
"Sure just need you to sign some papers and he's yours." The guard handed Russell some papers to sign and removed handcuffs from Dick. Once he was done, he held Dicks shoulders firmly and led him out of the Youth Center with the other detectives towards their car. He was seated in the middle between Russell and Jacoby who were both holding his arms. The drive was quiet with Jefferson adjusting the front mirror and looking at Dick every couple of minutes.
"Nobody's safe," Dick said all of a sudden.
"Settle down son, you're in good hands, nothings gonna happen." Jacoby said.
"Now, kid we don't want you to go talking crazy like what you said to the cops. I know you're still pretty shaken up but that's no reason to talk crazy."
"My parents were murdered." Dick said.
"Now see, this is the exact crazy talk I was talking about. Look kid your parents had an accident, happens all the time doesn't mean it's murder." Russell said.
"I saw the murderer."
"Sigh, kid like I said it was an accident, not murder, you got ta have proof for tha-
"Tony Zucco, your boss."
The car went silent, Dick felt the grip on his arms tighten. "We're here." Jefferson said.
The car came to a stop and Dick was shoved out of the car. "Get out." Jacoby said dropping all formalities. Dick looked around at his surroundings and found he was in the woods, probably Gotham Woods.
They dragged him deeper into the woods, stopping when they were deep in enough. Russel lets out a sigh and pulls out his gun, pointing at Dick. "I told you not to talk crazy, now look what you got yourself into."
Dick said nothing as Russel continued his "speech".
"I mean we weren't gonna kill ya, just spook ya a bit till we understand that you got the message. But now you gone and done the opposite, I mean seriously if you knew what happened keep it to yourself kid." Russell continued.
"This ain't Metropolis where Superman's gonna come and save ya, this here is Gotham and here things are a little different." Russell pulled the pin of his gun.
"Any last words kid?"
"Nobody's safe."
"The hell is this kid mumbling." Trent said."
"Don't know don't care, just fire the damn bullet."
"Alright, alright, fine, geez just calm your shit." Russell's hand grazed the trigger.
Dick kicked his hand knocking it off course, firing the bullet up.
"The Fuck!" Dick quickly pushed Russell toward the others knocking them all down before they pulled their guns out and ran into the woods, disappearing from their view.
"You got pushed by a kid?!" Jefferson shouted.
"Shut up, just got caught off guard is all!"
"Who cares spread out and find the kid!"
Dick watched as he was hidden deep on top of a tree as the detectives all separated looking for him. Luckily his [Sneak] level was 28, thanks to dear old grandpa, meaning they won't find him in a million years.
Dick spotted one of the detectives going a bit further from the rest.
"He will do." Dick thought to himself smiling frantically.
Trent P.O.V
"Damn kid wasting my time." Trent thought annoyed. He was hoping that intimidating the kid would shut him up and end this problem, but no, the kid had to act tough making more work for them and now he's hiding in a goddamn forest.
If Jacoby just shot the little shit instead of talking for hours then they wouldn't be in this mess. If they don't deal with the kid here, he dreads to think what Zucco would do to him.
Rustle
Trent turned a full 180 and aimed at the source of noise only to find nothing. He kept looking around, sweat pouring down his head. He feels like he is in a horror movie where any second a machete welding serial killer will pop out.
SLIT
Trent felt a blasting pain in his hand as he saw a knife stabbed into his hand.
"ah-AHHHH!" Trent screamed only to be silenced as his mouth was slammed by what felt like a truck brimming with an orange glow.
Dick P.O.V
Dick receives multiple pings and sees what he got.
Level Up! X2
[Hamon] has leveld up!
New Skill gained
[Blood Punch] (Lv.1) (Active) [12.00%]: A devastating attack that turns your opponent into a bloody heap.
Increases STR damage by x5
Cost: 50 WP
Dick Grayson
Title: Ruler of the Mountain
Race: Meta-Human
Level: 31
HP: 50690/50690 (1512 Regen Per 5 Seconds)
MP: 47000/47000 (1480 Regan Per Minute)
WP: 60690/60690 (1480 Regan Per Minute)
STR: 303 + [Talons Blood] = 300 = 603
VIT: 200 + [Talons Blood] = 300 = 500
DEX: 501+ [Talons Blood] = 300 = 801
INT: 402
WIS: 372
CHA: 311
LCK: 200
EXP: [45.62]
Points: 98
HP(100) * (Vitality)
HP Regan = STR * 4+ [Talons Blood] = 300 =906
MP(100) * INT
MP Regan = WIS * 4
WIP(100) * STR
WIP Regan = WIS * 4
Bio: Dick Grayson is the son of John Grayson and Mary Grayson, who are both performers in Haly's Circus. Being the great-grandson of Wiliam Cobb, he was groomed into becoming the next Talon for the Court. But Dick refused the idea of becoming a weapon for the Court and used his ability to gain strength in order to escape from the Orders Clutches.
Dick then looked at Trent and saw a huge hole where his mouth was supposed to be, curiosity of a kid.
"Like I said." Dick squatted down close to Trent, pulling the dagger from his hand. "Nobody is safe." Dick then noticed Trent's gun and pulled it closer.
Smith and Wesson 10
A six-shot, .38, double-action revolver with fixed sights, commonly used by police and military.
Huh, been a while since Dick held a gun before. The only time he remembers using one was during his training with the old fuck. Dick opened the barrel and sees the bullets still there.
"Over here!"
Dick hurriedly checked Trent's corpse for extra ammo and quickly stored them in his [Inventory] before running off.
The rest of the detectives arrived only to find one of their members dead.
"OH FUCK!"
"This is bad." Russell said.
"BAD, HIS FUCKING MOUTH IS GONE!" Screamed Jacoby.
"And panicking won't help us!" Russell screamed back.
"What do we do now." Jefferson said with a worried expression.
"We keep searching."
"The hell do you us to look, whatever did this to Trent is probably still here, we cancel the search and get out. Jacoby said.
"Yeah then what, what will you tell the boss hmm?"
"..."
"Yeah, that's what I thought, the boss made it clear we take care of the kid and if he ever goes back to the cops and reports this, the boss will know and I don't need to tell you what's gonna happen after that."
"What if we tell him the kids dead." Jefferson said. "I mean if whatever did this to him." He pointed at Trent's corpse. "Probably got the kid to, don't you think?"
"Won't be good enough for the boss till we see a body."
"Ok but we made our point to him right, he won't go running around telling everyone what happened."
"He kicked a gun from an officer and ran away after saying weird shit, no way he won't snitch." Russell said, looking at both of them. "Listen this is Gotham, half of the people are crazy maniacs who can freeze a whole building or make a freaking plant monster or something. So get your shit together and let's go find the kid. And if you see anything weird just shoot it. Won't be much of a danger if its dea-
BANG
A spray of blood gushed out Russell's head as his body falls over.
"Shit shit shit! Jacoby screamed running away towards the exit of the forest.
"Hey don't run, we gotta stay close!" Shouted Jefferson running behind a tree, and taking cover.
As Jacoby was about to get away, another shot was fired hitting Jacoby's shoulder and then another one on his back, killing him.
"Fuck!" Jefferson pulled out his phone quickly calling for backup.
"It's Jefferson, get everyone available to Gotham's forest now!"
"It's not the bat or Falcone's men it's the kid from the circus!"
"Yes that kid, listen that fucking kid killed three of my guys and now I'm pinned down."
Jefferson cursed as his cover was shot at.
"For god's sake I ain't joking, listen if the kid ain't taken care of the boss is going to have a fit or worse the bat might find the kid and then get our asses so get everyone in my position before we are all FUCKED!"
Jefferson noticed the sound of shooting had stopped so he peeked his head out hoping that the kid ran out of bullets. He was going to get out and wait for his backup but before he could do that a sound came from behind him and Jefferson turned and saw….it.
He saw Dick Grayson standing in front of him, with his hand pointed at him as a ball of fire emerges.
"The fucker is a sup! He's a AHHHHHH!" Jefferson's words were cut off as fire engulfed him. He ran around in circles waving his arms in the air trying to put out the flames but it was futile as his screams began to die down and his body flopped to the ground as the flames continued to eat him.
"Hahaha" Dick chuckled with amusement at Jefferson's attempt to stop the fire. There's just something about burning someone who tried to kill you very satisfying. Could it be that he was imagining his grandad in the same position? Ahh, the thought of killing that senile fuck brings a smile to his face.
"...back up is on the way…."
Dick looked back and saw the phone that Jefferson was using a while ago. He could have stopped Jefferson before he used the phone, that would have been more effective.
Yet he didn't.
His ability improved faster the more he was in combat and this provided him with a good opportunity to level up faster, or as gamers like to say, farming.
He could finally test out his [Freeze Blast] he created on them before using them on the Talons.
Plus he has a lot of pent-up aggression which he really needs to let out.
Level Up
Level Up
[Special Event Complete]
Take out the trash
Objective: Zucco sent out his men to take you out so that nothing could pin him to the murder of the Graysons. Prove him otherwise.
Reward: New Meta-Gene
"Wait wh.."
Before Dick could even finish his words, Dick felt pain. His neck suddenly began to burn, as if there were spikes scratching it from the inside. He got on his knees holding his neck, trying to ease the pain, but the pain had gotten unbearable.
SKREEE
Dick heard the noises of tires coming to a halt and the sounds of doors opening but he couldn't lift his head to see it. It didn't take a genius to know who they were and what would happen if he didn't get out of there. Dick tried his hardest to get up but the pain was weighing him down.
They were talking but he couldn't make out the words. Dick's neck burned with every movement, but it was either that or a hail load of bullets hitting him. The noises were getting louder and closer and with one final effort, Dick managed to get his head up only to feel the urge to scream out as loud ah he could.
"SCREEEEEEEEEEEE"
Waves of vibrations blew the thugs into the air and the cars were pushed back as well.
Dick stopped screaming, catching his breath. Dicks mind couldn't understand what had happened but it bought him enough time to hide, and hey the pain was gone too.
[Sonic Scream] (Active)
The user can emit a powerful scream of high amplitude of waves of sonic energy from their vocal cords to their mouth. The user can be able to stun, throw, damage, or kill the target.
User can destroy objects such as cars or walls.
User can add MP to increase attacks, using different types of elements can add different types of effects. Elements attacks are the ones you have.
User can add Will to increase the attack enormously, increasing its offensive attack tenfold.
Dick couldn't help but grin like a certain mad clown as he read the system's notification. Another power one where he can add his MP and his Will to make it more destructive.
That reminds him, didn't he receive another meta-gene reward previously? He didn't have the stats at that time so he couldn't have gotten it, but now he's more than qualified for it. Strange his ability did not remind him of it. Does that mean it only tells him things only once? Well, now he knows a bit more about his ability. He needs to note down everything on what he can do in case he forgets again.
"Display The Way of The Talon quest reward."
User meets the requirements for the meta-gene.
Would you like to receive the meta-gene?
Yes/No
Dick selected yes and he felt pain emitting from his fists, slowly a small bone-like blade emerged from his closed fists.
Dick observed the "object" that just came out of his fists, they looked thin and easy to break but they definitely looked sharp.
[Talons Stinger] (Active)
Razer sharp stingers that the user can call out by closing his fists.
Deals 50 + STR x 1.2 physical damage.
User can add MP to increase attacks, using different types of elements can add different types of effects. Elements attacks are the ones you have.
User can add Will to increase the sharpness of the stinger.
Well would ya look at that, not only does he now have two new meta genes in his arsenal but he can add his MP and will to both of them.
Luck has sided with Dick Grayson! Dick thought triumphally.
Still, though there is the issue of how sharp his blades are without the MP and Will. It says that it deals 50 damage with the addition of his strength times 1.2 damage which will equal to 773.6 damage and that sounds a lot, especially for normal humans, but would that be enough for a Talon? Sure he has become physically stronger than them but would it be enough to slice their appendages, I mean they have a magic metal liquid that keeps them alive and gives them powers but he isn't sure if their bodies are covered with it from the inside. Like if their bones are now covered in a layer of Electrum or how tough is Electrum and if his Talon Stinger will be sharp enough to cut it with the MP and will. He wished his ability explained Electrum in more detail.
As Dick kept pondering on Electrum a groan from of one the henchman broke him out of his trans. He really needs to stop his bad habit whenever he is in a hostile zone.
Then an idea popped up. What if his meta-gene could level up? Sure there is no number of levels near them seeing as they are different from MP or Will but what if there is a condition, like using it a lot in combat or getting a reward that helps them increase their efficiency?
But to do that he would need to gain XP, and it just so happens that XP points lying on the ground, just begging to be taken.
Andy (Henchman) pov
Andy held his head in pain as he sat up slowly. He tried to remember the last couple of minutes that got him here but the headache did not help. Andy opened his eyes and saw a boy walking towards him.
Why did that kid look so familiar?
Then it hit him, everything came back to him and he quickly drew his gun trying to shoot the superpowered boy.
Keyword tried.
SLASH
Before Andy could react, his hand was cut off. Blood was gushing out and the pain was unbearable.
"AHHHH!" Andy screamed, holding his severed wrist, with tears rolling down his face.
"Damn, reading it is one thing, but seeing it in action is something else internally!" Andy heard the boy talking. The way he talked with excitement scared him. He needed to get out of here. He needed to run away from it. Get away from that thing. He needed to…
….the pain was gone, Andy looked up to see what happened and saw the boy piercing his head with a bone coming out of his fist?
Oh.
Then everything went dark.
Dick Grayson's pov
You gained 130 XP
Dick wiped the blood off his stinger with the fakes cops shirt and looked toward the rest of Zucos henchmen who were beginning to wake up. Before Dick could passionately work his art, an idea popped up. These folks were Zucco's men, right? So one of them must know something important about him, say where the fucker lives?
With a quick look, Dick found his guy.
Brian Samson
Rickys Right-hand man
Level: 18
HP: 540/600
Bio: Works for Ricky who is Zucco's right-hand man.
Bingo~
Dick walked up to Brian who slowly looked at him
"Wha-
Before Dick knocked him unconscious.
"Now to take care of the rest" Dick said with a [Freeze Blast] in hand.
An Hour later
Brian could still hear the ringing, drilling into his head. He wanted to hold his head to ease the pain but found he could not move his arm. He tried again but he still couldn't. He noticed he could not move anything. He opened his eyes and everything was still blurry.
"Finally awake princess."
Brian tried to focus on the mysterious man and when his vision cleared he saw a boy. Then everything came back to him.
"You!.. You freak what do you do to my men!" Brian shouted.
"A gangster that cares about his men, now that's a first. But forget about them they are not as important as you are…Brain." Dick said.
"How did you-" but before he could finish his sentence he noticed Dicks hands were covered in blood.
"Oh this," Dick showed his hands, "This is just me doing some tests on your guys hope you don't mind."
"Wah-
"Of course you wouldn't seeing as your Ricky's right hand man, getting more of these fellas should be a piece of cake for you."
"How do-
"Little escapes from my sight Brian, oh and if you're wondering, no I didn't get that information from your guys since they're busy being…dead. I know this cause I'm special you can say."
"More like an abomination."
"Exactly, Mr. Brain although I wouldn't use that kind of language to describe how unique I a-
"What do you from me?"
"Rude, but given the circumstances of what happened I will make an exception. Now Mr. Brain, where is Ricky?
"Kiss my ass-AHH," Brian screamed in pain as Dick stabbed him with his [Talon Stinger]
"That wasn't very nice Brian was it, hurting the feeling of the child that killed your men with ease and has a fucking blade in your thigh."
"Screw you," Brsin spat at Dick who only sighed and increased the pressure on his leg he then slowly moved his stinger, cutting more flesh and causing blood to gush out.
"You know the human thigh has an artery called the femoral artery, the one that delivers blood to your body. They say that if it gets cut it would take forever to clout and could be life-threatening, meaning you will bleed out till you die and each second would feel like hell. Also, it's very large meaning if I keep moving my blade I might cut it, wanna see how long till I reach it? Dick spoke with enthusiasm in his voice hoping to see more of the man's pained expression.
But alas Brian decided to talk now.
"ALRIGHT! ALRIGHT! I'LL TALK JUST PLEASE GET IT OFF ME!" Brain pleaded.
"Glad you saw reason," Dick said removing his stinger, "Now where is Ricky."
"I don't know where he is," Dick sighed bringing his stinger closer to Brain before he kept going, "But I might know where he might be!"
Dick retracted his stinger, "Keep going."
"Rick is in charge of multiple operations in Gotham I know some of them and he might be in one of them."
"Where are they and what kind of operations?"
"Ones in the Eastside Docks, 2576 Benton."
"And the rest?"
"Everything's on the Docks laptop it will tell you where the other locations of the others are."
"Kind of stupid for gangsters to leave everything out in the open don't you think?" Dick said putting pressure on Brian's leg.
"Nobody but us goes there ugh, and we have some of the police on our payroll so they won't bother us. That's all I know please just stop it!" Brian begged.
"Mmm okay."
Dick let go of Brian's leg, and the man released his breath thanking God that it was over. He hoped that once the kid would leave he would call Rick and warn him about the kid and send someone over to pick him up.
"Now that I don't need you anymore, it's time we part ways," Dick pulled out his gun and pointed it at Brian.
Brian's breath hitched as he stared at the barrel of the gun.
"Wait wait wait I told you everything."
"Yeah and now I'm going to kill you," Dick said plainly.
Brian's mind hurried to find a solution that would spare his life and without thought he began to spout.
"Please I have a famil-
BANG
The flash from the gun displayed Brian's life. He saw how he began and how he ended up here, if only he could have done better with his life and taken care of his family. As Brian contemplated his life's decisions he felt a pull of his being then everything went dark.
You gained 150 XP
Dick stored his gun away and left. Now that he is out of juvenile services he can finally begin his [Revenge Quest]. The docks laptop would have everything he needed to find Zucco and once he doses, he will make sure to teach him what it means to mess with the Graysons.
What it means to mess with the Grey Son of Gotham.
Annnnd done. Another chapter has finally bitten the dust. What will our hero Dick do once he reaches the Docks, what horrors might lie there waiting for our hero, and when will our child encounter the furry of Gotham. Stay tuned…until next time to find out all that will unfold. Nigerundayo~