Batman: Assassin

Chapter 2

The man enters an apartment room. He heads into the bathroom and washes the blood from his hands and face. He tends to his suit.

"Works like a charm," he thinks.

He throws the suit into a closet and goes to sleep. The next day, he leaves rides to a bar on a motorcycle.

"¡Camarero! Una botella de refresco de gengibre por favor." (Waiter! A bottle of ginger ale please.) The man says, handing him 20 pesos.

The waiter hands him a bottle and the man chugs it down. He puts the bottle down. He pulls out a picture of his parents. Suddenly another man sits down next to him.

"So this is the famous Bruce Wayne?" The stranger asks.

Bruce puts the picture in his jacket.

"That depends on who's asking."

"I was sent here by a man who is interested in your talents. He told me to give you this card," the stranger says, handing him a card with a name and address."

"Why didn't he meet with me himself?"

"He is a busy man and doesn't have time to meet everyone face to face. Have a good day sir."

The man gets up from his chair and walks out. Bruce watches him leave and then looks back at the card.

"Have I really attracted his attention?"

Bruce leaves the bar and rides to the address of the place where he was told to meet. The place is an abandoned warehouse. He enters the warehouse and cautiously looks around.

"What if this is a trap?" Bruce thinks.

Suddenly he hears a footstep. He looks behind himself and sees a man with a sword about to swing at him. The man has an eyepatch on his face. Bruce dodges the sword and tries to punch the man but he quickly dodges the punch. The two keep fighting. Finally Bruce and the man just stand panting from all of the movement.

"So can we stop fighting and talk?" The stranger says.

"You started it. So you're Slade Wilson, the Deathstroke?" Bruce says.

Slade puts his sword onto his back.

"Yeah. You sound skeptical," Slade says.

"Well it's just that you look old."

"Don't let my look fool you. I may be old but I can still kill you."

"So what do you want me for?"

"I have been watching you Bruce and I must say that you could use some training."

"Thanks but I think I'm good," Bruce says, heading toward the exit.

"I know how it feels Bruce. To lose someone you love and feel like you should have done something. You feel lost and vengeful. You are angry at the world. That's why you left Gotham. You took most of your fortune with you as well. You have been traveling the world trying to find out who you are and training."

Bruce stops and turns around.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"Because I see a lot of myself in you. You want to be an assassin don't you. Well what if I told you that you can be more than an assassin."

"Like what?" Bruce says, confused.

"An idea. A legend. Someone who acts as judge, jury, and executioner to the criminal scum of the world. I can help you hone your skills and make you become a living weapon."

"This sounds interesting but I already have other things that I need to accomplish. I have to go after this drug lord who is slaughtering innocent people in order to benefit his drug operation."

"I know and I have been researching him. You can't beat this guy. He is smart and strategical. You are still just an angry boy who is reckless."

Bruce grabs Slade by his collar.

"I will kill him!" Bruce yells.

"There's another weakness. Your temper. You let it cloud your mind, preventing you from thinking straight."

Bruce releases his grip on Slade.

"I am clear as ever and I am going to face him."

"Alright but don't expect me to come and save you if things go south," Slade says.

"I won't," Bruce says.