DC: NO MORE HEROES (Mreader x dc)

Chapter2: Corruption

(Here's chapter2 if this dc stuff. . . Uh hope you enjoy, drop a vote if ya did. . . really inspires me and motivates me to write more)

Thunder boomed high above in the skies of gotham city.

The heavens had opened up and was pouring down it's tears onto the city soaking everything under its gaze.

In the slums of gotham was a rundown looking warehouse with a few broken windows.

On the inside practicing on a rubber matt was Y/n who went through kata stances and mimicked blocking imaginary attacks.

Sweat dripped down his brow as he threw his leg out preforming a hook kick before putting it back down on the ground.

His calm expression switched to mild irritation as his surroundings flashed to the inside of an orphanage.

But despite this he didn't stop his training despite the creaking wood under his feet.

A nigh inaudible whimpering hit his ears causing him to falter slightly as his eyes glanced to the side towards the young child with a girlish appearance huddled in a corner holding a bloody glass shard in their hand.

Y/n paused as he gazed at the sniffling child hugging their knees to their chest.

"She deserved it. . ."

In a flash everything returned back to normal as he stood in the middle of his training room.

Y/n: You're right. . that bitch did deserve it.

His fists tightened and his nails left behind crescent marks in his palm leaving a slight bloody mark behind.

Taking a deep breath Y/n got back in a stance and went back to preforming his stances and techniques.

"Can't sleep?"

Looking over his shoulder Y/n spotted waylon who held a chicken leg in his hand munching on it.

Y/n: Insomnia remember?

Waylon: I can see it around you Y/n, you're anxious. . .fearful of what will happen to those people out there. .

Y/n: A little bit. I. . . .what if i. . .what if because I'm not out there i couldn't save somebody from something horrible happening to them?

Waylon: Y/n bad things are going to happen to people one way or another. You're not a guardian angel who can be there for everybody.

Teeth protruded from his mouth as he tilted his head ripping a chunk of meat off bone.

Y/n narrowed his eyes at waylon with a glint of annoyance in them.

Y/n: And what if i want to be?

Waylon: Then you're delusional and a idiot.

A deadpan found itself written across Y/n's features before he raised his hand poking a finger at waylon.

Y/n: Rude.

Waylon: I used to be a lot more then rude kiddo. . How long have you even been at it?

Waylon grunted and sat down on the concrete flooring, the chicken bone snapped in between his teeth after he stuffed it inside.

Y/n stopped in his movements before wiping sweat from his brow.

Y/n: It's been. . . about two hours i think?

Waylon: You realize you got school tomorrow right?

Y/n: C'mon can't i just drop out?

A shadow cast over Y/n as waylon stood up towering over the teen.