Chikombo
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This is about the incarnation of a dark being, born from the death of a happy person.What does a man do when he as the power to do whatever he wants?
Nobody to stop him, nothing to "guide" him on a better path.
The only person that would dare to be frank with him was Alfred, but even his guardian had always been very formal as he grew up. Perhaps he never wanted to come to close, he must have known Bruce wouldn't like that.
When all people do is respect and serve you, it's hard to know who is a friend, and who is a colleague, but all Bruce wanted was colleagues, partners in crime.
He tried one thing after the other, martial arts, computer science, travelling to the edge of the world.
Of course all people thought he was doing was coping with his loss, exploring different ways to forget and move on. They were right, yet somehow unable to truly grasp what he was after. He didn't even know that himself.
As he comes home, he does so with an intuition of how to progress.
Alfred wasn't going to complain, and neither was Luscious Fox.
They would keep it a secret, if people knew how much time he spent on studying from an early age, or how much time and effort he had spent on seeking training across the world from various shady organizations, people would think he was mad.
They would stop respecting him, expect the little kid to move on and grow up.
And he wouldn't be able to do whatever he wanted anymore.
The pest as Alfred called it wasn't a pest at all, the bats were not the invaders of his mansion, he was the unnatural force moving underground, taking his equipment with him.
As he did so he remembered the earlier days of his life, the eariler days of the life he could remember, after he the days he smiled.
On a thick tv he had seen the world trying to come together as they all gasped over Gotham's elite being brutally murdered for no reason at all.
"People are arguing over what mr Chill's motivations could have been, but truly, whatever sad backstory he had, it only goes to prove he didn't deserve any help with it." That they could all agree on, there was no excuse.
A lonely man is standing in the shadows, he is looking at a revolver in his hands, the man's name is Joe and he is calm, as if he knows what's about to happen.
As if he knows how far he will sink.
Out comes a couple with their little kid. the three of them are smiling.
When they look at the gun pointing right at them, the smiles don't fade away immediately.
And it pisses him off.
The father gives Joe, his wallet, as if it's nothing to him.
Joe has nothing but hatred in his heart. These people don't understand, no one ever understands.
He wants the pearls too.
As the woman takes them off, the father takes a swing but Joe's trigger finger is faster. And Thoma's body falls stone cold on the ground.
As the woman screams, Chill knows she could attract attention so he gunns her down as well, then he puts the gun on the template of the only witness to the scene.
The kid looks right at him, hs isn't smiling anymore.
"Lucky you are just a kid", Joe takes the gun away and leaves.
This kid could do whatever he wants, he will always be able to do whatever he wants, what does a man do when nothing can stop him?
Chill will never find out.
