Red Huntress: Secrets of Gotham

Chapter 1

  Dusk in Gotham City was normally a foreboding hour for most people. For good reasons, of course. Gotham at night was the most terrifying hour. It's when all the bat weirdoes and absolute maniacs come out to spread their terror and fear. Dusk was like a warning time for the citizens of Gotham. A reminder that darkness was coming soon and with it all the crazies.

  I'm probably considered one of those weirdoes who comes out at night wearing a red helmet, leather jack, black armored shirt, black military gloves specially made with holocomputers, black combat boots, and black military pants with gun holsters and pouches. Loaded with throwing knives, smoke pellets, two guns, grappling hooks, and explosives. Yepp, nothing weird about that. If you think about it, people like me running around on rooftops is the most normal thing in Gotham. It would be considered really weird if Gotham suddenly lacked costume weirdoes. A answered prayer if it lacked maniacs.

  I rode my motorcycle down the main road back to my safe house. Heading from Downtown Gotham back to Uptown, East Side, Gotham. I rarely ever came out during the day, but today Melissa Skull was needed instead of Red Huntress. I had to visit a good ole friend of mine who needed some assistance. Nick, owner of the 'Black Horse Pub', my favorite bar in all of Gotham. Nick has been my friend for a long time. He's helped me with my gun-for-hire business by finding me jobs. The man has even saved my life before. So when Nick gave me a call asking for a favor I jumped in to help. One of the trucks he uses to pick up supplies for the Pub broke down and so, to save him time and money, I patched it up for him. It was the least I could and it only took half the day to do it.

  Now with nighttime coming upon Gotham, Red Huntress would soon make an appearance. While working on his truck, Nick had told me of a man who was looking for someone to exterminate a rat. It was a easy cash grab for me. And nowadays any job that was easy and got you big bucks was the best job. No matter how small it seemed.

  Driving down several different roads I finally made it to the district well known as Crime Alley. Crime Alley was full of gangbangers, thugs, and drug dealers. Everyone was suspicious looking and considered a threat. I cannot number the amount of times I've heard shootings in the distance or seen police cars surrounding a drug house. They didn't call this place 'Crime Alley' for nothing. I grew up in Crime Alley so it was home to me. Even if I was at risk of getting shot of my bike. Which has happened before, someone who thought I was some other rival gang member tried to shoot me off my bike while I was driving home. Let's just say, that person did not live very long.

  Getting off the road, I made my way through back alleys. I knew all the twist and turns, dead ends and all the ways that lead back to the road. I had it all mapped out inside my head. Turning down the last few alleyways, I slowed my bike down and headed towards my garage door. Clicking a button on my bike handle, the door opened up for me. Driving in, I hit the button again, closing the door and locking it up.I parked my bike and placed my bike helmet on the shelf near the door that lead into my home.

  I headed inside to my nice kitchen. The kitchen area was rather gorgeous. It was shaped like a upside down U. The fridge, over, and stove tops were against the left. The cabinets and wine cupboards was on the far wall facing the door leading to the garage. And to the right was black countertops, a dishwasher, and a sink. A bar table sat higher against the black countertops with four stools. It separated the kitchen from the living room. The kitchen had tiled flooring that made the kitchen glow. The kitchen, in all honesty, was my personal favorite room.

  Next was the living room. It was a more cozy spot with a dark tan carpet, a black L shaped couch with some red throw pillows on it, a black recliner, a coffee-table in the middle, and a large screen TV hanging on the wall to the right near the hallway. There are a number of times I've passed out on that couch rather then in my own bed. This couch was the soft kind, not that leather crap that stuck to you like glue, the kind of couch where you'd be 100% ok to die on.