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2. Shadow Master

A.N: I'm editing this entire story, there won't be many changes but I just wanted to give it better pacing.

Nobody knew who he was... hell most didn't know he was a he before a week ago.

The famous or infamous (in some cases) Shadow Master, someone who walked through the nights of Gotham and was called a myth.

The elusive person many swore they'd seen but nobody knew.

After all who would believe a meta would be allowed in the city belonging to the Bat himself.

At least they assumed he was meta, after all people didn't even know his gender till so recently, so only the heaven's know what else that man was hiding.

Some thought he was unsung hero that was always popping up at random.

Others believed him to be menace since there always trouble whenever he was there.

Some thought he caused the trouble.

We?

We the 'useless' orphans, peasants, and rats of Gotham.

Yup, we are the bottom feeders.

Calum didn't like that name, because as much as he hated to admit it...

It fit like glove.

We all owe him, everyday he would arrive food in his hands, clothing and at times another child he asks us to take in.

It was weird how much the common people began to rely on him.

It got to the point where many wondered if he was a Red Hood fanatic.

He DID do similar things to him, and he knew he'd be lying to himself if he said he'd never seen the man kill.

But why bite the hand that feeds you?

He is the reason we have the this roof upon our head.

It was old and abandoned but it have water and electricity running not to mention soft beds, sleeping bags even cribs.

He'd seen that old warehouse grow from a cold and desolate place to a warm place he could happily call home.

The light airily feeling as he watched the leaks gradually lower, the roofs renovated the ravaged and rotten slowly becoming paradise.

He loved the feeling that came with him seeing change, important change too.

Not just throwing on some paint at a place and then raise the rent by triple.

And as for the kids brought in... as grim as it was.

They would of died and no one would even remember them.

 A 5 month old whose mother disappeared after the birth. 

A one year old being taken cared by a widowed single father who had starved himself to death to see his child grow healthy.

3 month pair of twins.

And one newborn.

Gotham truly was ruthless wasn't it...?

Even to the young.

So Calum may have been foolish but this adult cosplayer wasn't getting nothing out of him.

He had these mini Orphanages all over the city and the Master Detective could end it all in a second.

I had to pull my own weight, the safety of thousands was dependent on me.

As for the Shadow Master? He always had a reason and somehow always seemed one step ahead.

Even the World's Greatest Detective had trouble catching him.