Thread: the unlikeliest of heroes(cosmic/darkened)

Life was an unending misery for the desk jockey named Vincent Wells. If pushing paper ever got boring, and it did constantly, he has his womanizing, mysogynistic bastard of a boss to keep him company. Lukas constantly called on him to clean up his messes, be it a puddle of cum on the conference table or a rightfully angry woman who wanted her due. If that wasn't enough, his hideously conservative supervisor constantly berated his work ethic. It was always america wasn't won by lazy shits like you. Or just like you demo-can'ts! You just want to cash that wellfare check don't you! It was like he didn't even notice the wanton sex going on in the offce next to him. But that was only one of the many circles of hell around Vincent's neck. His all too small apartment was the source of the most anguish. Back in college, when life seemed like an adventure that he had ahead of him, vincent got lucky and caught the eye of a cheerleader. In fact, the head cheerleader, the one every man, student and teacher alike, lusted after. She stuck with him for his last year college, through late nights and failing grades. He was too blinded by the romance of it all to notice that he was the main support in the relationship. He didn't notice her unkind words or the little lies she told him. He was with a cheerleader! He was a year out of college when he started noticing used condoms stuck to the toilet bowl. They certainly weren't his. It took him a few months to put the pieces together, but he eventually figured out that his 'best friend' was banging her behind his back. Of course, his big tip off was an over heard phone conversation with one of Chelsie's bobble headed friends... I mean, yeah his dick is pretty big...no...why would I?...I think I was his first, I'm not sure...I know he's pathetic...look, he worships the ground I walk on-- that's good enough for me...of course I am...troy, 'the best bud'...sounds like a man but--his cock is pretty small compared,he isn't afraid to use his tongue though...she burst out laughing.unlike some people... vincent was mortified. He couldn't believe she was so shallow and uncaring. Yet there it was in her own words. He stayed with her in spite of what he heard that night. His fear of being alone paralysed him completely. Maybe if he tried harder, it wouldn't be so bad. The thing is, a man can only take so much before he breaks and he was teetering on the edge. It only took twenty-four years, but he finally grew a pair of heavy ones. He was tired of feeling like a shitstain, tired of being plan B. He wasn't going be the whipping boy anymore.Monday fell on a new man. The first thing vincent did was report his boss for sexual harassment and for creating a hostile work environment. It was a small, simple gesture, but he was only getting started. His next target was his facist supervisor, and he wasn't getting off with a simple visit from hr. The thing about Herman was that he loved his vintage mustang, he called it 'the only real american car'. Vincent had always thought it a little bland, painted bone white as it was. To thank Herman for his inspiring words, he decided to spray some nice gay purple paint on and cram the tail pipe with a big fat black dildo. There was nothing left at his life crushing job so he quit. Simple and easy. His last act of vengance would prove to be his rebirth, but not quite the way he planed. Because of the grevious betrayal his 'best friend' commited, it was only fair that he should get to say his piece. Unfortunately, his mouth wasn't up to talking, so his fists picked up the slack. The cops had to taze him into submission before they could even get close. Three months later, vincent found himself serving a five year sentence for assault. --- Prison was strangely liberating for him. He didn't have to take anyones crap as long as he could back up his talk. Vincent truly and deeply enjoyed backing his talk up. By the second year of his imprisonment vincent had become well respected by the convict population. The third made him the boss. His fourth, well. No one stepped left on the fouth year. Even the prison guards begged to be his bitches. Prison made vincent into the man he had always wished he was. --- On the outside the world seemed so different. He could see what was so fresh and pure in the world, its potential. He had to make sure it met that potential. He had seen the dregs and the refuse of society and fucked them all. He knew how to keep them in their place. Vincent was full of strength and desire, he had keep this world pure and right. Gotham would be the starting point, the world would see what a real man could make of this rotten place.