The hellspawn. Highest ranking of the Devils army. He may have died once but this new Hell Spawn won't die so easily. It has been well over twenty years since the last spawn. A new one is to come of age. And this one. Is going to change everything
Al and (Y/N) Had been going over his new powers. What he can and cannot do. His limitations. And wheaknesses.
"Now moving on to the next power." Al said and moved across the old churches roof. "Shape shifting." He said and turned to the new Hellspawn.
"I can shape shift?" (Y/N) asked in disbelief.
"Why yes. It will come in handy when you need to walk the streets without having to deal with people knowing you're.... well you." He said and chuckled lightly.
"So how do I do it?" I asked looking at myself.
"You let the cape surround you. Let it cover you. And when it does think of the shape of who you'll take." Al said and (Y/N) looked at his clawed hands before he let the shroud consume him. It tightened like a python and when he looked down he saw my old hands. He reached up and touched his face from long ago.
Al held a mirror so he could look at himself. "In this form you are weak. You must only fight in your true form or risk death." Al said handing (Y/N) the mirror.
"So just be careful?" He asked looking up at him.
"Yeah." Al responded and took a seat. "However I must warn you from going after Barbara." He said.
(Y/n) turned to look at him. "What?" He asked disbelief plastered on his face.
"As hellspawn you will have enimies. Powerful enimies. You will only put Barbara in danger." He said and (Y/n) quickly turned back to his true form.
"No. That's why I came back. To see her!" He shouted and slammed his fist into a wall.
"That may be true but she has moved on. It's time you did the same." Al retorted.
(Y/n) slumped into one of the pews and ran a hand along his face. "Okay..." he said looking to the ground.
"That does not mean you can not find love." Al said.
(Y/n) looked up at him. "What the hell are you talking about?" He asked now confused.
"Those in your past you must leave behind. But you can move on. As this is your new life." He said.
(Y/n) stood up. "Now you're just making things up."
"I wish I was. I used to be just like you once. Angry. Tired. Alone. The difference is you listened to me long before I listened to my mentor." (Y/n) sat down listening to Al.
"So. What now?" He asked before the church doors seemed to burst open.
Both Al and (Y/n) turned to see who would do this. A man with a black and white mask similar to (Y/n) and most importantly built like a tank. He walked in not noticing them at first.
When he did he watched the carefully. "And who are you putas?" He asked and (Y/n) recognized this man as Bane. The man who broke the bat.
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