Painted Red- (Young Justice)

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"GET THE KID!"

Gore merely chuckled as random goons swug sloppy attacks at him. Did these people know who he was, or were they just playing cocky?

Heh. Well, nobody beats him at his own game. 

He sharply turned around, using the man's chest behind him as a backboard as he flipped off him, making the man crash into the person behind him.

Gore pulled out his two pistols, one in each hand, and shot at the nearest people.

He landed soundlessly, and smirked as he watched the goons fall-- all with gun wounds on their foreheads.

A startled gasp caught his attention, and he chuckled as he turned around, staring as his target ran up to the roof.

What a stupid loon, he was practically setting up his own grave!

But whatever. It would just make Gore's job a lot more easier.

With a sharp grin, he followed the man up the stairs, "What's wrong? Only a few moments ago you weren't afraid to face me..."

The moon's glow hit Gore's vision as he slunk onto the roof. It wasn't long before he found the man again.

The man was at the edge of the roof.

How clueless could this man get?

He approached his target slowly and carefully, making the most of the man's fear. This man had killed his own son and had abused his family.

No mercy will be shown to this man.

Gore pulled out one of his pistols and held it low, pointed at the ground as he came closer.

The male backed up in fear, eyes widening in shock as he realized he couldn't back up anymore.

Gore rolled his eyes. Yep, clueless as ever.

He aimed his pistol at the man's forehead, aiming for a nice, clear shot. 

The man growled, and Gore's red eyes shifted onto the adult's gaze.

Then the man jumped.

And then there was a crack.

The ebony-haired boy sighed, shaking his head. Why did he have to make it more difficult than it should've been?

Whatever. He had won the game anyways... he frowned at the man's oddly placed limbs. In the most mangled way possible.

Gore barked out a laugh, shaking his head once again as his grin faded, "Why the hell am I laughing at my own jokes? Man, I really need to think about that therapist my conscience was telling me about."

His eyes wandered back to the mangled man, suddenly going dark and cold.

"You look good painted red," he whispered.

And in a blink of an eye, he was gone.

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Gore was inspired by Evil-Bat-Cat's Robin, Puzzle, and RingLeader_Robin's Robin, Rat.

So most of the credit goes to them XD