𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 | j. todd [SLOW UPDATES]

zero | prologue

【BAD LUCK】

The beginning of his life is hazy for Leon. The most he can remember of his mother is that she was more than often unconscious. He can remember scavenging their apartment for food, and being scared of the needles he'd find scattered about. He can remember the strange men that would come in and out of their home. He can remember that at age eight he was old enough to understand he was not safe in his own home, and that he had to protect his sister and leave.

He was envious of Lina, he had to admit. She was four years younger than him, too young to have any recollection of what they had to endure by themselves. Starving when they had no food. Freezing when they had no shelter. And no one ever came for them. In a world full of superheroes, they had to save themselves.

It was a few years into their homelessness when they were found. The city of Gotham was a divided one. It was the birthplace of crime and corruption. There were no more heroes or villains, but groups of people who opposed each other, and would do anything to destroy each side. With hearts full of pity, they were taken in. They gave them food, shelter, and taught them how to fight. More and more lost children came, and soon enough, there were so many children, they became a society of their own. An underground generation, being raised to bring a revolution among the people of Gotham that had ignored them.

Leon soon realised that Lina and himself were not like the others. Heightened senses and reflexes could've given it away, if it wasn't for the claws and fangs the siblings had both grown into. They discovered that they were metahumans, people born with genetic mutations that gave them certain controversial abilities. The two became an infamous pair among their peers, the Beasts of Gotham.

But as they grew, Leon could sense a difference between himself and his sister. She seemed to be more - fascinated - with violent methods, while Leon had always thought that violence was never an answer. You can't solve violence with violence, he would tell her. Then nothing's different. Nothing's changed. Everything stays how it was, and no one knows any better. And when she replied, in her sweet, innocent voice, No one listens unless you make them listen. You know that. He knew that the cycle of violence was real, and he feared that he was losing her to it.