killers don't deserve forgiveness

Chapter 1: Gothamites Need Swords

Warnings: swearing and sexual assault

Sharp wind sifted through Silvia's hair and
tugged at her clothes as she stalked through the streets of Gotham. Wet pavement glittered, reflecting the dim light of the one unbroken street lamp on the nearly abandoned street she walked along.

The twin daggers strapped to her side beneath a baggy hoodie felt heavy against her skin. But not heavy enough if you asked her. She felt practically naked without her suit and extra weaponry, and she dearly missed her katana, which was hidden in the abandoned apartment building she was squatting in. She needed to fit in and unfortunately, people in Gotham didn't run around with swords strapped to their backs. Although they probably should, considering constant crime. As if on cue, a scream floated across the breeze from some distant part of the neighborhood she lurked through.

Ah yes, the lovely sounds of life in Gotham.

She had almost gotten used to it. Key word: Almost. She cringed at yet another scream, this time coming from an alley a few blocks ahead of her, near the the only gas station dumb enough to be open at this hour.

The gas station was her destination. She was going to get some much needed hygienic products and hopefully a sweatshirt that didn't say "I HEART GOTHAM" in bold letters. Once she got out of her hastily stolen tourist clothing, it really wouldn't be difficult to blend in here.  Hide in plain sight. No one would notice another girl on the streets, and it wasn't as if she was in any serious danger from the locals. She could handle herself against street thugs. Katana or not she was a trained killer. All she needed to do was stay low, stay inconspicuous, and stay out of trouble. Besides, she had bigger things to worry about.

She really messed up this time. She had no choice but to hide. God, she was such an idiot why on earth didn't she just kill that woman. Talia would just send another to eliminate her. Sparing her life was pointless.

She found herself questioning if it was too late to go back and finish the job.

But she knew it was impossible. There was no way Talia hadn't already noticed her right hand going missing. It had been three days since confirming the targets suspected location, two days since failing to confirm the kill, and two nights of complete radio silence.

If Silvia was lucky, her master would think she was dead, giving her a head start to disappear before her ruse was discovered. If she was unlucky, then Talia would immediately know her failure to respond meant betrayal. And Talia Al Ghul did not take disloyalty lightly. Silvia had no option but to run and pray she was lucky.

Another louder scream broke her thoughts. It was coming from the same alley near the station, and she was nearly there.  She peered around the corner curiosity overriding her instinct to cross the street and keep moving.
What she didn't know, was that she wasn't the only one watching from the shadows.

Six large men dressed in strange half black, half white suits surrounded a smaller figure of a woman. They were roughly pushing her around while laughing obnoxiously.

The woman screamed as one man pinned her to the wall running a slimy hand down her face.

"Don't be so loud sweetheart we ain't gonna hurt'cha we're just looking for some fun before we're off to see the boss. Ain't that right boys?" The other men chuckled in agreement, whistling as the man grabbed her again and turned her around roughly. The woman was sobbing uncontrollably, and called out for help she knew wouldn't come.

Silvia winced at the woman's pleas. God, when did she get so soft. This was not her fight. Maybe if the woman had thought to carry a weapon she wouldn't be so vulnerable.  Seriously, why did no one in Gotham carry a sword.

The woman's cries grew more frantic as another man pulled her to him and began roughly touching her. It was then that she locked eyes with Silvia, noticing the quiet observer to her plight.

"PLEASE HELP ME"

"Oh shut up will ya, no one likes a screamer," the man silenced her with a slap to the face.

Still the woman's eyes screamed out pleading for assistance. Silvia could take these men in a heartbeat, but she needed to walk away; she couldn't afford to draw attention to herself. The woman's begging eyes and the taunting laughs of the men as they took turns groping her set Silvia's mind on fire with rage. She too had been helpless once.

Fuck it. So much for laying low.

Her voice was laced with venom.

"Hi boys."

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Jason will be in the next part I promise! Also the next part will be a bit longer don't worry. I already have Chapter 2 written I just need to edit, so hang in there :)

Anyways hope you enjoy❤️