The Knight

Three

Not exactly one for showing feelings, but even Azrael had to admit that it was pretty amazing to actually fly in the Batwing.

The flight was smooth and bumpless, as if you were roller blading down the finest of cement platforms. Plus, he didn't even really have to worry about flying it. It basically flew itself. All he had to do was put in the coordinates and it would take him there.

Although the Batwing was extremely fast, it would still take quite a while to get to the island, considering how far out it was.

Azrael gazed out at the glimmering water below him, the setting moon casting a beautiful shine on it. It was at moments like these when Azrael would sometimes have flashing memories of his life before the Order. For instance, the shining water would remind him of the bright lights he had seen, a long, long time ago, when he played football in high school.

Azrael was startled at that moment, because he had never remembered this before, something so far back in his life, being that he'd hardly remember his time in GCPD.

Perhaps it had something to do with the neural scans Batman had done, somehow unlocking deep and suppressed memories from years ago. Thoughts like these put him to sleep.

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He was awoken by a slight jolt, signaling that the Batwing had landed. He was on the island. People would die tonight.

Although Azrael was the current heir to Batman, there was something awfully important the detective forgot to make sure of, and that was for his successor to carry on his one rule.

Never kill.

Azrael had seen the Dark Knight portray this attribute frequently, allowing people that should have died to simply...live.

He never understood it, and try as he had, he couldn't follow it. The order had taught too much justice, while the death penalty was still in play.

Azrael killed.

But he wasn't concerned about that at that moment. He was pondering on how we would deal with the situation at hand. Ezekiel, headmaster of the Order, was a strong and powerful man. Strategically gifted, wise, and cunning, but had an ominously evil side. Ezekiel had overthrown the bloodline of the powerful family of Dumas as one of the head supervisors. Cliché, but he succeeded with great gusto. He was going to be a strong opponent.

"I am stronger." said Azrael.

"Stronger than all of the Order. They will pay for their actions."

He proceeded to exit the Batwing, and began to head to the gates of Dumas, where two abnormally large and heavily armed guards waited.

Azrael strategized quickly, and advanced toward the guards without being noticed.

There was a ledge above the gates behind the guards, so he snuck around them in the bushes beside them. His gauntlets, designed by himself (although they were basically identical to Batman's) were filled with multiple useful gadgets, such as the ever-needed grappling hook. He fired it, flying swiftly and silently through the air, and it punctured the ledge, where three small but strong hooks came out and clasped the edge of the ledge.

It pulled him up quickly, and he scanned the guards as he was up there. They both had different weapons, one with a mace and one with an axe. He would go for the mace-wielding one, as he posed more of a threat.

He donned his new red cape, used solely for gliding, so he glided down, pulled up so his legs were in the front, aimed a bit, and slammed his foot into the back of the brutish guard's head. He was hit so hard he was knocked unconscious, and Azrael swiftly pulled the greatsword out of the holster on his back and pummeled it through his head, ending his life.

Azrael turned to see the other guard charging toward him, axe ready to swing. Quickly, he threw the sword to the side and ran towards the large mass. He swung his axe at Azrael, only to have him flip over and jump onto it, leaping for his face. As Azrael was in the air, he pressed two buttons on the side of his gauntlets, which extended blades out of the sides of them. He turned his forearms into an upside-down "T", which impaled the guard in the face and neck. He then pulled them in opposite directions, mauling his face and brutally ripping open his jugular vein, leaving him screaming in a blubbery, murky sort of scream.

He flopped around like a chicken with his head cut off, dying slowly.

"He'll bleed out." Azrael said to himself as he pulled the sword out of the ground.

He walked over to the entrance to the Halls of Dumas, stuck his sword in the lock, and pulled hard enough for the lock to be broken. It wasn't as good as his old, mystically enchanted sword that burned sins, but it was okay.

The hall doors opened, and Azrael stepped in, heading to his old quarters for to pick up his next surprise.

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For any of my viewing "audience" out there: I apologize for the blurry book cover. There's some glitch in Wattpad that causes pictures to get all pixelated when they get moved to the app. I'm sorry about that 😭 but I hope you're enjoying the book so far. See you next update!