Legacy

Night of Owls Pt. 3

The place you were at was the most expensive private residence in Gotham City. Vaulted at fifty-eight million dollars, the complex takes up the top three floors of the famous Powers Hotel and is inhabited by the Powers patriarch, Joseph, and his wife, Maria. The place was built during the Great Depression, as a fortress against the masses.

The place had its own wooden gymnasium, pool, bowling alley, even a zeppelin moor on the balcony. Protected by both hotel and private security, armed with encrypted wireless security, it has never seen a visitor not employed, or invited, by the Powers family. Until tonight.

It was the night after the Talon attacked you in your own home and killed Lincoln March. You were on a war path now. You were ready to find and stop the Court of Owls once and for all. Mrs. Powers was going to find this out as the elevator's doors opened. The bars were still closed but she saw the destroyed apartment.

Maria: Dear god...

She began to pound on the button as she began to scream.

Maria: Security!

You stopped the metal doors from opening but kept the gate close so that you could see her. So that she can see you.

Y/N: Going down?

Maria: You...You can't be here...I'm calling...

You stopped her by lifting up an object you found. The white owl mask.

Maria: That...that's not Joseph's.

Y/N: No shit, you hag. It's yours. I found the case for your husband's but it was empty. Where is he?

Maria just stood ther in silence. You grabbed the bars which shook the elevator, scaring her.

Maria: Gone! Out of the country! And you and your friends...you think you have the upper hand but you don't! If I was you I would...

You shook the elevator again which caused her to fall to the floor.

Y/N: You're not me. You don't even understand how pissed off I am right now. You and all of your friends are going to pay for what you did 100 times over. I'm done playing nice, Mrs. Powers. And if I was you, I'd get used to this view. You'll find bar to be a familiar sight soon enough.

You let go of the gate and turned away. You walkes to the window and jumped out. As you dove down toward the street, your com rang. You pulled on your cape and glided between the buildings.

Alfred: It looks like your scare tactic worked. She's dialing her husband now.

Y/N: Tell me you can track the call.

Alfred: It looks as though we can, Master Y/N. Though his line is basically impenetrably coded, we're now able to piggyback on her's to find him.

Y/N: And the Talons.

Alfred: We have moved them to the cold storage. Though, it seems they have fallen into a deep slumber.

Y/N: Good. Tell me where the owls are.

Alfred: Sir, if I may...

Y/N: Alfred, tell me where they are.

Alfred hesitated. The bloodthirsty anger that you had carried with you when you came back to the Manor was back. You were doing this for vengeance. Justice for Lincoln March and those whose lives were lost during the Talons' attack.

Alfred: 77 Irvington.

You landed on a roof and slowly rose to your feet.

Y/N: I'm going radio silent for the rest of the night, Alfred. Get some rest.