Matthew Nygma is the young son of the infamous Riddler. With his father incarcerated and his mother's failing health, Matthew has pushed himself to care for himself, his mother and his younger half sister. But life in Gotham is always one bad night...
Gotham City Outskirts: October 31st, 2008, 21:34pm:
No P.O.V:
The shadows are a terrible place......especially in the city that is always incased in shadows. Gotham is a horrible, disturbing, blood curdling place. Where the very worst of humanity sprout like weeds and spread crime, death and mayhem like a plague. Men like Penguin and Maroni who would control the forces that are designed to keep people safe are now nothing more than puppets and thugs. Some like Scarecrow and the dreaded Joker, just seemingly love causing destruction and death for the sake of fear or fun. Tonight is no different for an unlucky convenience store worker. The Bat of Gotham may be someone for criminals to fear but he is not always around........and when he is gone......the scum come out to play.
"Alright.......the money in register. Now! Before I blow your head off!" One of three robbers shout as he cocks a shotgun at the convenience store worker who is on the verge of crying. The other two men have their handguns and are trashing the place while jeering at the worker. The worker finally gives the robber the cash. "Sorry buddy...." The robber says as he fires the shell into the worker, killing him instantly. "Let's hit the road!" One of the others say as they run out. The robber with the shotgun laughs as he looks down at his handy work. All three of them hop into their pick up truck and head back to their hiding hole. Little did they realise of the black Charger waiting in the darkness. The driver's eyes unblinking as they stare at the robbers as they drive away. The robbers drive off but the driver of the Charger starts his engine and follows after them. His eyes turn a blazing orange as the engine roars to life.
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P.O.V: Matthew
Finding these low lifes was fairly easy. Instead of heading back to their homes for the night, they decided to go back to their little thieves den. Amateurs really. But the blood of that worker is on their hands and it must be paid......otherwise the other guy is just going to do it himself. I found the truck that they were driving and stopped in an alleyway opposite the abandoned apartment block. I cut the engine and hopped out, I see a single light on in one of the many rooms, must be where the robbers are. I walk across the road and enter the building, I walk up the many flights of stairs with little to no exertion. While I'm climbing, the happy voices of the robbers reach my eyes. I can just faintly hear them laughing about the dead worker. Anger runs through my body like a raging rapid, how can they just laugh while a man lies dead in his own blood. I feel a severe headache and a distant whisper of a thousand voices. "Hurry..."The voice says to me as I shake the headache out. I roll my eyes at the impatience. I reach the unit where they are and I wait by the door. "Tonight was a good night boys. Did you see that fucking guy, fucking crying? Ha......well he won't be crying anytime soon." I hear one of them say, possibly the one that did the deed. A scowl is etched into my face as I boot the door open, I didn't hold any of my strength back and the withered door just splinters in all directions from me.
The robbers blitz's in a panic as I cross the room. One of the robbers spot me and goes to throw a punch but I grab him by his extended arm and throw him into a wall, the old plaster completely breaking. The other two are still coming too their senses as I walk slowly over to the one that killed the guy. I feel my eyes burning with a primordial rage, the other guy wants out. I see the the other robber charging at me but with my greater size and strength, I stop him and heave him up above my head. He stares down at my flaming eyes and I see and feel the fear and dread well up within him. "What are you?" He says in fear as I scowl and throw him through the window, watching him fall down screaming onto the pick up truck. The other guy seems pleased by my brutality. Fucking sadist. I hear a groan and see the killer trying to crawl to the doorway. I turn back and walk over to him and lift him up, throwing him against the wall as I stand inches away from his face. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are or who your dealing with. But you just made a big mistake." He tries to sound brave but it just sounds like a child trying to be tough. "Funny.....I was going to say the same thing. You killed a man tonight, you laughed as you shot him and you laughed about it here. Time to pay for your sins." I say but he just laughs in my face. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Batman?" He says as I smile. "No......something worse." I say as my eyes blaze with fire. I groan as my skin starts to burn away, exposing my skull. I feel the other guy switch places with me, he is very happy and angry at the same time. That is a truly scary thought.
