Reminiscence - A Dick Grayson Fanfiction

Chapter 3

Batcave
May 19th
20:00 EDT

In the dark a man was sitting in front of a computer, typing furiously.

"Master Bruce, must I remind you again why dinner is a significant meal of the day?"

"No time. I've got work to do, Alfred."

"And what would that be, sir?"

The unmasked Batman sighed. "You know about the Reaper case right, Alfred?"

"Yes of course, sir. It is a highly troubling case indeed."

"The culprit is a kid. He's around 10-13 years old maybe."

"Heavens! Are you sure, sir?"

"Yes. I met him yesterday actually. I've read other reports of crimes that could be connected to him, but I still don't understand how I haven't heard of him before. He made deals with the likes of Joker, Penguin and even the Riddler."

"There seems to be more that is bothering you sir."

"I've found these, but nothing else. It's like... he didn't even exist until 3 years ago."

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Somewhere on a rooftop, far far away...

"Okay now, deep breaths... one, two and three."

Reaper opened his eyes and looked down from the top of his warehouse-home. He surveyed the unsuspecting by-passers. "Target locked. Possible weakpoi-..." "Nooo~" he groaned, shut his eyes more tightly this time and slapped both of his cheeks.

"Okay then, experiment number 8." he sighed and opened his eyes again. "Greg Weisman. 47..." " NO! No, no and no. Just... just, shut up!" He gripped his head and curled into a ball. He lay down on the cool surface of the concrete roof, "Why don't you ever shut up?" rolled around a bit, gesticulating madly with his hands.

"Couldn't you just, I don't know... leave me alone? I didn't ask for your little help thankyouverymuch. Get. Out. Get. Out!" Something warm started to trickle down his forehead. Oh wait. When exactly did he start hitting his head on the floor?

He sighed, wiped away the thin streak of blood and got up shaking his head to clear his thoughts. He still had to find something for Penguin.

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Half an hour later

"Ahhh." Why is there never a big button or something saying "press to shut the alarm up"? He hurriedly started filling a bag with all kinds of goods. Diamond rings and necklaces, ruby hair clasps and everything a petty thief has ever dreamed of. When everything was safely packed away in a small bag, he spun around to leave but abruptly stopped.

"Oooh shiny!"

A gigantic diamond was in a glass display cabinet.

He was about to cut a hole in the glass, when a chill ran up his spine.

Someone was watching him.

He stopped moving. Only his eyes rolled from side-to-side behind a worn black mask."Left? Right? Under? Above!"

Just as he looked up, a shadowy figure dropped from the rafters. It was him. The Batman.

"Reaper. Drop the jewels."

"EH!? What did you say? I can't hear you! This alarm is too loud!"

"Stop fooling around kid."

"WHAT?"

"Why are you doing all this? Who are you working for?"

"No one and everyone."

Batman, having enough of this play, charged at the boy.

"I guess you're in a bad mood then. But really... when aren't you? He-ha-ha..."

Reaper evaded several punches sent his way, jumped up and kicked out his leg towards Batman's face. However, Batman caught it and threw him across the room. A few glass shards scraped his skin but he got up again. In no time the bat was on him again and the kept sending powerful punches. The boy threw his legs up and around the dark crusaders body and with a powerful kick to the stomach, separated himself from the man. He looked around. Jumping up to the ceiling was one of his options, the other was to stay here and get big feet patterns on his face. Option one seemed more appealing.

He disappeared to the shadows and clung to a random pipe with all his might. The bat stood alert, never letting his guard down.

The pipes were slippery and he almost fell when a sudden creak reverberated through them.

"There you are!"

A batarang was thrown his way so he quickly jumped down, but to his embarrassment before he could regain his balance, another one hit him exactly where it was supposed to; making him fall ungracefully to his behind.

He pulled the small metal object out of his leg and threw it at the man.
"This wasn't necessary."
"You gave me no choice." and the bat attacked again, this time with even more determination.
Reaper responded with bringing his arms up to block, the pain in his leg overpowered by the need to survive and escape. "Enough playing defensive." he thought. He quickly grabbed the man's shoulders and brought his left knee with full force into the other's gut. His opponent staggered back surprised by the sheer force of the sudden attack and took a second to catch his breath.

That was his first mistake.

Reaper was behind him immediately and jabbed at his neck with three outstretched fingers. The bat's vision became blurred for a second, but he fought the unconsciousness and prepared to respond to the attack.

That was his second mistake.

Because he had failed in knocking his opponent out, Reaper decided to use more drastic measures. His hand reached under his hoodie, revealing a strap across his chest, which had several knives fastened to it.

He moved in a blur after that. The little straps holding the knives in place soon became undone and the small sharp objects were thrown in hopes of finding a solid target. The Bat averted three of them. The other four? Let's just say Batsy might need a few stitches after they're done. Each of his arms and legs got a hit, making standing up straight an issue, which was what Reaper was aiming for. The weakened stance of the otherwise much bigger man allowed him to gain the upper hand in their little battle.

He kicked the man's chest, who immediately dropped to the floor.

"You might experience a small difficulty with breathing in the next few hours... These knives were dipped in one of the best muscle numbing toxins of Poison Ivy. Your power will slowly leave your body, until you can't do anything just lie there pathetically like an indoor plant. Funny, isn't it, Batman?" A chuckle slipped past his lips as he was observing the defeated hero at his feet. "Oh, don't look at me like that! It's not lethal... I mean I think it isn't. Never bothered to ask Ivy, and others hit by these little ones passed away from different things anyway." his eyes flashed as he grinned.

He crouched down and gracefully dipped a finger into one of the larger cuts where the flesh was visible, making the man jerk awkwardly. After his finger was coated in blood he gently slid it across Batman's face in a specific pattern, a capital 'R'.

After fetching the diamond he had seen before, he turned to leave, but said one last thing over his shoulder:

"Oh, and you might want to call for help on that communicator of yours before you go all 'jelly'."

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AN: Sorry for the late update and any spelling mistakes.

Also, mistakes have been corrected in previous chapters too, please notify me if you find more!

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

Bye! <(^-^)>

~Frosty~