I'm totally not expecting a ton of comments on this one. I'm just posting it because.. Well, because I want to.
Disclaimer: I do not own any DC characters. They all all belong to.. Well, you know. DC.
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Prologue
Jason aimed the sniper rifle into the window from the tree he took refuge in. He pointed it at the mobster's head, his hand on the trigger. He had killed countless times before and this time was no different. However, these men were out to kill the anti-hero before he got to them. He had managed to outsmart the thugs surrounding the building, but he knew that at any minute, he could be spotted.
Of course, he could have killed the guards, but he decided against it. He didn't want to blow his cover, and the sound of gunshots would definitely blow his cover. Besides, getting past them was easy enough. He was accustomed to running around in the dark. The vision optics in his mask made it easier to stay hidden.
Pulling back the trigger, a strange feeling came over him. Was it guilt? No, he never felt that. He didn't feel guilty about killing anyone that put lives in danger. Nor did he actuallycare about the well-being of Gotham's citizens. He just didn't take kindly to anyone that took advantage of the weak and clueless.
He gently sighed as he put down the rifle. Something in his gut told him that tonight would not be the night for killing the mobster. He took the rifle apart and put it into hisbackpack, careful not to make too much noise in the tree he was sitting in.
He sat, watching the henchmen coming into the office one after the other. If he couldn't kill anyone, he could at least stay around and listen to why there were congregating at such an odd time during the night. However, he meeting was uninformative. Jason found himself almost falling asleep after about half an hour. The only thing that jolted him awake was when he heard his name.
He sprung up, ready to leap higher into the tree, hoping to make an escape. That was when he realized that no one had even noticed him perching in the tree. They clearly hadn't noticed him because they were still in the same positions they were in before he had dozed off.
You're just being paranoid, he thought to himself. They didn't even see you.
He slowly sat down again. He should have gone home by now, but he was going to wait until the meeting was over. He still had no idea what they were talking about. He could hear them clearly through the open window, but wasn't interested in what the bald and unintelligent men had to say.
Another half hour passed when he heard his name again. This time, it was coming from inside the room. He tried to focus in on the voices, but found it hard as the wind was blowing and rattling the leaves in the tree he sat in.
He gave an annoyed grunt and climbed up the tree, jumping onto the top of the building. Whatever they were saying, it couldn't have been important if they didn't immediately send someone out to find him. He'd just come back tomorrow to make the kill.
Right now, he was going home. Probably to play Call of Duty, or to sleep. Whichever was more appealing to him once he got home.
