Thread: Why you should fear the dark (darkest_fate/Flassche)

RE Why you should fear the dark She would be able to hear a loud scream, one that could only be produced by someone who was in excruciating pain. The minute she turned the corner, see the dark alleyway, she would see nothing pitch black shadows that stared back at her. Every bit of instinct in her body would be screaming at her that there was something wrong here, that something was off. All around her was silence, sheer mind clattering silence, then it happened A severed hand flew her way, landing a few feet in front of her. It still twitched now and again, some the last movements it would ever make. A steady stream of blood was pouring from it, followed by even more silence. The cuts were perfect, almost to perfect, one elegant cut through bone and flesh. Rodrigo Merche, did five years for armed robbery and is now wanted for first degree manslaughter. He is thirty nine years of age and is left handed, or should I say was.. left handed. The voice was deep and rough, similar to the previous Batman, instilling fear and respect, even if you were allied to him. He did not speak afterwards, simply stay hidden within the shadows. No matter how good her eyesight was, she could not stare into darkness and see clearly, not when the streetlights were shining down upon her, ruining her night vision. A figure began to crawl towards her, using his remaining hand to drag himself forwards. The stump on his left arm had been burned closed, ensuring that he would live and not bleed out. This was justice, yet it was horribly brutal and harsh. The man called Rodrigo soon passed out, spread out on the dirty streets and looking pale. Seconds later the woman would feel a sting on her neck, letting her know that something had punctured the skin there. If she would finger the area she would find out that it was a tranquilizer dart, one containing a perfectly measured dosses that was now coursing through her blood stream. It was a slow working one, so she would have a good solid five minutes before it would knock her out, yet with each minute she would lose a bit of her strength. The man stepped out from the shadows, bearing every bit of resemblance as Batman, yet much younger and a bit more regal. He carried himself differently arrogant, prideful, lethal, feral. His eyes were bright yellow at first, like some demonic creature of the night, yet they slowly changed to blue when he neared her. His left hand was fingering a trigger, dismantling it and putting it back in his pouch. He carried little armour, even less than the previous batman, yet he had more knifes and blades on him, even two short swords. She could see from his outfit that he was a solid mass of rippling muscles. You should have left when you had the change, betrayer. The man said, voice deep and filled with hatred. He had planned this perfectly, hiding a small stationary rifle at the opposite corner and timing his shot. He had her where he wanted her to be, yet not without a fight. She had five minutes and he wasnt going to be easy on her. She was trained by batman and so was he, so the fight would be mostly equal, yet he had something that she did not. He was the perfect heir both assassin Dna and that of his father. He had learned how to kill and fight before he even knew how to talk properly. Bruce had demanded he did not use these skills and he had done so, yet Bruce wasnt here anymore. The batgirl was going to feel revenge, all over her body.