Ten years. Ten years since I'd died in the stand for Gotham, ten years I'd been in hell. Everyone had moved on. I was gone but not forgotten. I could travel back, but I couldn't let them see me. Paige was sleeping when I portaled in, I watched her, just wanting to let her know I'd be back soon. Bruce and Takeda could see and talk to me because they had scorpions curse just like me. We were the Shirai three so long ago in Gotham, before the Batman. I was the head, Bruce was the eyes, and Takeda was the stinger. I would tell Bruce who to spy on, he would tell Takeda then me and Bruce would be his backup as he took them out. We always painted a scorpion in blood around the body or bodies of whoever we were after. That's why Batman was created, to make Gotham less violent. Though me and Bruce rarely killed. Bruce always thought that killing made Takeda the same as the people we were taking out. All of us had a falling out and Bruce stayed, Takeda went to Blüdhaven, Gotham's sister city, and I went to St. Charles. I was a police officer there, before the apocalypse.
I liked to portal back to the wanderers near midnight, when everyone was asleep except for Bruce and Takeda. I liked to have them give me a report of what had happened. They had started a city. The leaders we're Bruce, Takeda, and Paige. Bruce and Takeda knew just how to honor me right, by using the rule of three. There is a threat they do not know of, I must come back to help them fight.
I NEED SCORPION
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6 survivors 2: Bat acended
Actionafter being in hell for ten years, Owen is ready to come back, and a threat is coming for the wanderers and for Gotham. One scorpion will fall, One will rise.
