Started: March, 2017
Finished: N/A
A little after a certain acrobat's parent's death, the boy had murdered his parent's killer, Tony Zucco, in cold blood.
He shakily held the gun to his face, looking at it.
And then he slowly smiled.
A crazed smile.
An insane smile.
Oh, how the color of blood, the color crimson, was so beautiful. Oh, how he wanted to show everyone the color.
He knew he was bleeding to death. He knew he would probably die.
He didn't care. He started laughing. And he wouldn't stop.
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Dick Grayson was left behind that day, and Gore rose to the stage. Gore, the young mercenary, the third greatest detective, the skilled hacker, and the what-seemed-to-be-sober killer. Five years later, trouble leads straight to Gore, and a project behind-the-scenes seems to have been the cause of it.
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"The blood on my hands does not scare me, but the blood that had led me to misery does."