Kintsugi

Chapter 15

'Aight, wanted to say thanks to all who have read this!! I honestly wasn't expecting a couple hundred reads, let alone 8,000. Thanks for giving this book a chance!

Anyway, trying to get back in the swing of writing... sorry for the hiatus :/

That's all folks - enjoy chapter 15!

(Shout out to @mooshroom38)

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August 31, 2017 - Abandoned Asylum

Marinette POV -

The man walked into the room with clicking steps and a crisp black suit. He was attractive with his styled hair and warm smile.

I wanted to mess up his perfect face.

Make him as ugly on the outside as he was on the inside.

I looked to Zala, wordlessly communicating my plan before turning to make sure Orphan and Red Hood had taken care of the girls.

I stalked towards the smiling man, fingers curling at my sides. His smile turned feral as he started talking.

"You look like you could be a new exhibit. Think of the money. Young vigilante - she did what she wanted to the criminals of Gotham now you can do what you want to her. I'd definitely give you a better room than this." He lazily gentured at the walls of cages. Tucking the other hand into his pocket. His nonchalance infuriated me. He just smiled bigger.

"How about this, we fight. If I win I get you, if you win I go to jail." He looked like a cat who knew they had gotten their prey, but before going for the kill wanted to play. False sense of security, feelings of freedom. This man had a backup plan, but he probably wasn't planning on the entire bat clan arriving to plot his downfall. Or me, the one person in this group who had a completely unique look at combat due to my time in Paris fighting akumas.

This man doesn't stand a chance.

I crouched as low as I could, not answering his dumb deal. I mused for a second on how I must look, slinking across the floor to my soon to be opponent. He was probably trying to figure out what in the world I was doing.

He didn't need to wait long. It was pretty clear that I was the distraction when Zala sailed over my head and landed a punch square in his face.

This was where I came in.

Damien and I started finding a rhythm. One we had created while training in the league. My speed found the weaknesses, his strength incapacitated.

He wounded.

I ruined.

Before long the man was a mess on the floor, quiet sobs could be heard as he tenderly clutched an obviously broken jaw. His good looks had been beaten to a pulp - permanently. His teeth lay on the floor and he had gashes along his face that would leave lifelong scars.

No one was going to be taken advantage of by him again. No one. He would have the warning about his character etched into his face for as long as he lived.

I stood with Zala and looked at the sobbing man with indifference.

In my league days I would've killed him.

This was a mercy.

Red Hood stalked over and cocked his loaded gun before letting off two quick shots.

Into the man's knees. Shattering his kneecaps.

He would probably never walk again.

But I couldn't bring myself to care. Couldn't bring myself to be sympathetic with this monster.