It's Karma And It's Pronounced "Screw You!"

Part 1

Uuuuggghhhh!!!!!

Blood! So much freaking blood was all over my clothes! This could quite possibly be the worst day of my life!

Blood was so freaking hard to clean outta clothes and this wasn't coming off anytime soon!

Why does the human body even have this much blood? It was such a mess!

Honestly, this would have been an okay day if it weren't for the kidnapping! Kidnapped for ransom from Bruce Wayne? Who did they think I was? If they wanted money they should have taken Damian or Alfred, not the one who hardly exists in the manor less much in public!

Then because I had no chill, I slaughtered those freaks of the week in a bloody manor.

What was really ticking me off though was the fact that I got shot over it! Shot! Twice in fact! One skimmed my arm, the other into my stomach.

I'm not like other humans. I have a very very high tolerance to pain! So when they kidnapped and tortured me for no reason it was hardly worth it for them!

I couldn't help but laugh in their faces about it when they finished being annoyed!

I was kidnapped on my way to school by these men with their boss in a gas mask. They got me unconscious, drugged me, some torturing, and was about to call Bruce but made a vital mistake! They left me alive with the torture weapons in the room.

So I slipped out of my bindings and killed everyone brutally, everyone except for the boss. I got his mask before I got shot and got a ton of blood on my outfit.

He escaped which made me so infuriated that I lit the whole building on fire because of how annoyed I was.

I also found their alcohol and I've never had alcohol but I thought it was a fitting time to try it if I was going to die anyway. 

It was very yucky and I only had a few gulps before it shattered but you could say I'm a little drunk and that's why a lot of my injuries don't bother me much!

I ran all the way back to the manor soaking in blood and sweat and man tears. I didn't really have a cover story but man was I thirsty! 

I burst through the front door and headed to the kitchen. It was late, very late so the lights to the front door were off. 

I hum to myself just as Alfred was descending the stairs while I was in the hall.

"Master Stephen! Where have you been? It's late and I was about to call the police!" Alfred called. He sounded angry if I'm being honest which was weird because I never hear Alfred angry. 

Even so, I'm bleeding and I think this gives me a good reason to not answer him right now. I've come back home later than this. He'll get over it.

On my way to the kitchen, I unzip my hoodie and peel it off my back and arms.

I grab the door frame to the kitchen and swing in while tossing my hoodie to the side, where it lands I don't know.

To my surprise, Dick, Jason, and Bruce are in there, going over a case.

I don't stop though, I just head to the fridge. I'm thirsty for juice. Apparently alcohol makes you thirstier, who'd a thought?

I open the fridge and Jason glances at me "Rough day at school?" He asks. The lights aren't on so he doesn't see the blood dripping off of me.

I grab the juice container and untwist the cap.

"You have no idea" I snort before putting the rim of the container to my lips and start chugging.