In a world where the Justice League are heroes and simple villains are sent to prison. A young boy who believed in the Justice League entire family was killed by one of their arch - enemies, vowing revenge on all villains the boy discovers he's the...
Gripping my new blades as fires surrounded them, I wanted go after Joker but I didn't have enough experience in fighting so I had to find a place to sleep since the asshole burnt my house down. Grabbing what was left in the fire including my fathers credit card which miraculously survived the fire.
I traveled through the city ignoring the odd looks from the citizens and prostitutes offering they're bodies for cash. I walked through Gotham and ended up in East End, everyone in Gotham avoided the place since it was plagued with all sorts of thieves and serial killers that Batman never arrested or escaped Blackgate or Arkham Asylum.
I was walking through an alley and ran into a couple of thugs who got their guns out.
Thug 1: Lookie, what we have here boys. You lost kid?
Y/N: Piss off, asshole.
Thug 1: Why you little...
He tried to shot me but I grabbed my new blade and it made a massive gap in his stomach making him vomit blood. The other thugs gasped seeing their friend being killed by some kid, but I wasn't a kid who blindly believed in the right thing anymore all I cared about running my blades into his chest.
Gripping the handles of the blades tightly and killed them easily by throwing them like a maniac since I wasn't experienced in fighting yet, I left one alive as he held his now missing left arm and looked at me terrified.
Y/N: Where is your apartment.
Thug 3: Th - th - third f - f - f - f - floor
Y/N: Thanks.
I simply stomped on the thugs head leaving him headless, I walked into the apartment before running into a drug dealers den, the room was filled with the foul smell of drugs and mountains of cash in the apartment. In the room was a heavily tattooed man with piercings all over his body with thugs carrying all sorts of guns
Drug Boss: Who the hell are you?
I showed off my tattoo and gripped both of my blades before glaring at the drug boss hatefully.
Y/N: Death.
In the blink of an eye I swung my blades wildly with screams of agony and pain being heard from the apartment.
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The bigger men were killed instantly while the others started shooting at me, I dodged all the shots flawlessly.
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