Reminiscence - A Dick Grayson Fanfiction

Chapter 1

AN: So... this is another chapter! Hurray!

Warning: some bloody stuff at the end!

Please enjoy! (~°-°)~

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Three years later
Gotham City
May 17th
18:00 EDT

It was raining... again. And he was soaked to the bone again. He mentally cursed himself for not getting a warmer hoodie the day before. Well, it's not like he had a lot of time to decide on what to bring. Shop owners tend to dislike sticky fingered customers. That geezer was faster than he thought. He almost broke his leg after hastily jumping over a car to outrun him.

He rounded a corner and climbed over a fence. As he looked up he saw the grim features of his so called home. He found this nice little warehouse a year ago, after the other one he's been living in was made equal with the ground, all because some rich freak wanted to build a new office block for his enterprise.

He jumped over a few empty crates then climbed the fire escape to enter the warehouse through a small window. He walked towards his small cot surrounded by enormous piles of barely functioning or completely destroyed mechanical equipment. He fell face first onto his bed and groaned.

"The world hates me!" He didn't move for another five minutes, but then he realized that he was getting his bed all wet, so he sighed and stood up. He dragged his body over to one heap of junk and pulled out a laptop. His fingers glided across the keyboard like a pianist's. He always loved technology more than people. The guys on the streets always throw something at him or are being all noisy for no reason in their stupor.

The computer was simple, but he could do wonders with it. After some time, he was looking through Cadmus files. Toxins, viruses, some shit about technical breakthroughs, blah blah blah... as if they were they could do better than any other laboratory.

"Tch."

Where did they hide all the fun stuff?!

As he was hacking through another firewall, he finally came across an interesting file. Project Kr. "Hmm. Sounds interesting... It was launched a few days ago. Ooooh~? Well, what do we have here? So Cadmus has finally joined the Dark Side. I better download this. I'm curious what they'll accomplish after a few months." he grinned. Things were going to get complicated sometime soon.

But now, he had other things to do.

A very annoying clown was going to be here soon to get a few explosives. He pulled the hood of his hoodie down to let his damp hair dry. The piece of cloth was all black, except for the smeared red R, which he draw on it some time ago, on the front, just above his heart.

He packed the bombs into crates and sealed them.

Suddenly there was a big explosion and the door was blown off it's hinges.

"Daddy's here!"

"Joker, how many times have I told you to knock first."

"Party pooper." The pout on the villains face was like a picture from a horror movie.

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After the lunatic left and paid a disgracefully small amount of money, he decided to roam the streets a bit. Gotham was beautiful in the night. You know, if you ignored the murder attempts and the occasional burglary here and there.

As if on clue a shrill scream could be heard from afar.

"A damsel in distress I suppose." he laughed to himself. "Well, I've got noting else to do. Let's check this out."

He ran a few blocks and sure enough, there was the "damsel" and the attackers. Two dudes were standing over a kneelig and very scared busyness woman who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

"Look for her wallet! It has to be there somewhere." said the beefy one to the lean guy, who was busily searching through the woman's handbag.

"Boys, boys... no one taught you how to handle a lady?" he said emerging from the shadows, smiling all the way.

"Go away runt! You have nothing to do with this!" one of them shouted.

"Let's just calm down shall we? We don't want someone getting hurt" The grin never left his face.

"The only one getting hurt will be you!" shouted the big one, and he charged towards the raven haired boy.

"Freddy Brown, 35 years old. Joy-riding, rape, and other violation of city laws. Weaknesses: bad eyesight, and slow reflexes. Ray Martin, 32. Sexual violence and robbery. Has a limp from past injuries."

"I warned you." and with a simple side-step he avoided the incoming punch. He grabbed the man's arm and effortlessly threw him over his shoulder and punched him in the face, quite a few times. The other one just stared dumbfounded dropping the handbag. The woman, who was trembling with fear, stood up and using her attackers distraction to her advantage, ran away screaming along the way.

"Seriously now? No thank you or anything? Tch."

It was the scrawny one who tried to attack him now with a knife, but the boy just jumped over his shoulders and kicked his shin making the man fall. The guy tried to stand up and slash at him again, but he snatched the knife from his hands and jabbed it in his right shoulder.

Crimson began to coat his fingers as he gripped the knife even tighter. He stared down at the lowlife rat with a crazed expression.

"To finish objective: stab to heart."

His hands began to tremble and images flashed before his eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head to clear his mind, but the images flashed faster.

"Finish current objective! Kill. KILL!"

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Half an hour later Gotham's Dark Knight was standing in the alley, in which was an unconscious man and one who was stabbed through the heart, the bag and wallet laying forgotten on the pavement. The boy was nowhere to be found but there was writing on the dead man's body:

"A gift from Reaper."

AN:
--Update: small aesthetic corrections (30/09/18)